This Is The Most Public of My Many Humiliations

Tuesday, August 31, 2004

January 2nd 2004

So I had a hot date tonite, I went to milestones and ordered a few martini's and some food, all seemed to be going well. I ordered a glass of (wine wolf blass yellow label) my fave wine. Me being Italian and talking with my hands, accidentally knock over the wine glass, without even taking a sip from it. Granted I was wasted, I ask the bartender "hey boss, can I get a towel or a napkin to wipe this stuff up with?" He turns his back and ignores me..
"HEY! Boss, can I get a towel for this mess?" I ask annoyed with his ignorance.
he turns his back again rolling his eye, "suck it up with this" he says rudely as he throws a straw into the pile of wine on the bar, covering my new white shirt in a splatter of red wine.
"What the fuck?" I yell at the jack ass. "what are you thinking dude? You think I am going to pay my bill after you did this shit? What kind of customer service is this"
"fuck you" punk he responds "wanna take this outside"
the obviously coked up mad at the world bartender has no class and wants to fight me.
So I start flipping. His friends are at the bar, they stand up and get in my face. This is where I lost my temper, and for those of you who know me, when I lose my temper stay the fuck outta my way. I push one dude back into his stool saying " you better just stay here with your girlfriend. You love her right? Well don't make her goto your funeral" He didn't say ne thing he just sat down.
With fire in my eyes, I start yelling at the fucking bartender. and run outside. Leaving my cell phone on the bar like and idiot. The puss never came out to feel my rath, so I went back inside to grab my cell phone, of course its gone.
At this point my date had enuff, and began walking to the door. I payed my bill and left a 20$ tip and vowed never to return to that restaurant.
I took a cab to a local bar, covered in red wine, and with egg on my face for fucking up that date.
I don't get three steps into the bar, when I see the love of my life standing there all alone, bearing a beautiful hello kitty shirt, and the bluntest bangs I have ever seen. Having a fair amount of liquid courage running through my veins, I approach her, saying "hello, my name is Angelo. Could I interest you in a drink?"
"sure, but only if you buy one for my friend too" she replays in a shy way.
At this point my heart was racing, I forgot about my earlier date, the altercation with the bartender, and the mass amount of red wine on my shirt.
I buy the 2 ladies drinks, and we finish them, I pull a bag of coke outta my pocket and say " you girls like to party? wanna come back to my buddies house with me?"
"sure" the beauty replies
We take a cab back to my boy Mr.Biddells mansion, where there is a party initial. I would have done anything to impress her, so I took her around the house quickly showing her around.
We then all went to another party down the street.
The 3 of us, that was me, my love, and her friend walked in a motley crew, all wasted. I basically had to carry her friend to the other party. We chilled around there for a bit, messed around with the computer. Then I came up with the bright idea "hey I gotta joint at my house wanna go smoke it"
she came with me because of course, who could turn down a joint?
We left her friend at the party with my friends, which was what I have come to realize as a mistake.
we went to my house smoked a joint, then went back to the party. The shit hit the fan, at this point I believe it was close to 6 am, the sun was rising when her and her friend went home. I never thought I was going to talk to her again.
but I did.
yay me.

killed softly at 8/31/2004 11:30:00 AM

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