It was my friend's birthday today. He's not a my best of friends, but he's alright in my book. So we went to this club, which turned out to be complete shit, in my opinion. Lame atmosphere, no wimminz. I drank like, 4 drinks, and my friend, who by the way is literally 3 times my weight, drank something similar. Next thing I know he's vomiting on the floor (which as you can tell, is disgusting beyond belief). Me and another guy had to literally carry him up three flights of stairs, into the car, drive him home, take the keys out of his pocket, open his door, get yelled at by his mom, then leave. My 100$ blazer smells like crap, and my night was complete rubbish.
Last christmas eve, a group of friends and I got together in Friend A's house to drink before going to a club. Friend B, who had never drunk before, overdid it, so he was throwing up all over A's garden. I wasn't really in the mood to go to a club, so I stayed and helped A keep an eye on B, who by now had passed out on a chair, while the others went to the club. We were playing some cards, waiting for B to regain consciousness, when Friend C called from the club. He had arrived at A's house by car, but couldn't go back to his place because he had drunk a lot, so he told us he was going to walk back to A's house and sleep in his car, so could go back to his home in the morning. Being drunk ourselves, we didn't see a problem in that, so we agreed to wait for him, since his car was inside A's garage and he had to open it.
Hours passed and C didn't arrive, so we gave him a call. He didn't answer, so we tried again several times, unsuccessfully. Fearing he had passed out on the street, we decided that we should go look for him, so we throwed B in the backseat of C's car and went looking for him. A, who didn't have a license and was still a bit drunk, drove, while I kept calling C's phone in case he answered. We checked the path from the club to A's house, but didn't find him, so I called Friend D, who was still in the club, to see if C was with him. Turns out D and the others had got in a fight with some random guys, and wanted us to give them a hand. I cursed him and hang up.
So, we had B passed out on the back seat, C completly missing, and D and the others in a fight.
After checking the path again for C, A and I decided that we should take B home, and continue looking after that, so we could at least take one thing off our shoulders. We got to B's house, who was dirty as fuck and yelled at him until he woke up. He didn't even notice A was driving, and went inside his house. A and I were going back to look for C, when my phone rang. It was C's number. I picked up, and some random dude kept yelleing at me asking me for "the house number". I thought C had gotten home, and his father was calling me, asking for A's phone number to speak with A's parents about his son's alcoholic state, so I hang up. After some really difficult reasoning, I realised that was really stupid, so I called back to see if the random dude knew where C was. He did, so he told us where C was, and that he had called C's parents and they were coming to pick him up. We got there, still in C's car, and saw C completely unconsciouss, surrounded by a group of people. Turns out they had find him laying there and decided to help him. We stayed until C's parents arrived, and had to explain to them why his son was lying in the street, and why were we driving their car. After hearing our story, they thanked us, C's father took him home and his mother drove us back to our place. As soon as I got there, I called D. Nobody was seriously injured.
I went to bed, at 8 am, shaking. Worst christmas eve ever.
I had to unblock the sink of the girls bathroom several times because a friend (not girlfriend) couldn't make it to the toilet to throw up... my hand smelled like vomit for days... that's being a good friend
Man, I'm such a nice guy.
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Hours passed and C didn't arrive, so we gave him a call. He didn't answer, so we tried again several times, unsuccessfully. Fearing he had passed out on the street, we decided that we should go look for him, so we throwed B in the backseat of C's car and went looking for him. A, who didn't have a license and was still a bit drunk, drove, while I kept calling C's phone in case he answered. We checked the path from the club to A's house, but didn't find him, so I called Friend D, who was still in the club, to see if C was with him. Turns out D and the others had got in a fight with some random guys, and wanted us to give them a hand. I cursed him and hang up.
So, we had B passed out on the back seat, C completly missing, and D and the others in a fight.
After checking the path again for C, A and I decided that we should take B home, and continue looking after that, so we could at least take one thing off our shoulders. We got to B's house, who was dirty as fuck and yelled at him until he woke up. He didn't even notice A was driving, and went inside his house. A and I were going back to look for C, when my phone rang. It was C's number. I picked up, and some random dude kept yelleing at me asking me for "the house number". I thought C had gotten home, and his father was calling me, asking for A's phone number to speak with A's parents about his son's alcoholic state, so I hang up. After some really difficult reasoning, I realised that was really stupid, so I called back to see if the random dude knew where C was. He did, so he told us where C was, and that he had called C's parents and they were coming to pick him up. We got there, still in C's car, and saw C completely unconsciouss, surrounded by a group of people. Turns out they had find him laying there and decided to help him. We stayed until C's parents arrived, and had to explain to them why his son was lying in the street, and why were we driving their car. After hearing our story, they thanked us, C's father took him home and his mother drove us back to our place. As soon as I got there, I called D. Nobody was seriously injured.
I went to bed, at 8 am, shaking. Worst christmas eve ever.
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