The hot bartender.
This goes out to a special someone that is sadly leaving us for greener pastures:
It all started out at a new bar that had opened up a few months prior. It was started by a few choice B-list celebrities with the intent of attracting a wide range of people. This included skinny boys with numerous tattoos, which happened to be just my type. One of the bartenders fit this bill. His name was Jimmy and had the body of a rockstar. He made sure every girl in that bar knew it by lifting up his shirt to show off his amazing abs.
I was drawn to him like a moth to the flame. He poured me drink after drink without me knowing what was in them. Before I knew it, I was drunk beyond belief. I danced on the floor with my friends, twirling and flailing my arms around like a doped out hippy. I walked over to Jimmy just as he was pulling up his shirt to show his toned abs to another gaggle of girlies when I grabbed a pen off the counter and proceeded to write on him. I wrote “I <3 Rachel” with my number and then fled out of the bar giggling with my friends.
I got into a cab with two of my friends but didn’t realize how drunk I really was. Before I knew it, I was puking in the cab all over them both. We got to my friend’s apartment and I threw up all over her comforter. I ripped off my clothes and threw them into her tub and ran around her apartment stark naked screaming “I swear I am not drunk!” Not 5 minutes later I was passed out on her bed (the comforter was thrown on the floor still covered in my vomit) still naked and drunk. All of this was retold to me the following day since I didn’t remember a thing.
~submitted by Drunken Debbie
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