GABANNA
Pulling
the Plug
Every once in a while Dolce and I get sick of going
out by us so we try to take a trip up to our old stomping ground every few
months. We grabbed our old roomie Amber, called up our friend Melanie and told her to meet us at Happy Hour. Miami reunion anyone?! We thought we handled Miami
pretty well, but apparently our college knew our weaknesses.
Happy Hour+ open bar = 4 really drunk girls.
The four of us headed to Happy Hour where we met up
with some of our old lacrosse friends, including Joe-Joe and Mitch (Platonic
Snuggles-AKA we made out). We immediately stocked our tables with pitchers and
drank the night away. Alright fine, it was only about 9:30, and we were all
having fun. The lax boys decided to go back to one of their houses to play some
beer pong, and we told them we would meet up with them later since we had to
attend an open bar across the street.
One of our good friends Chris was DJing for the
night. It’s important to know that Chris and I have a love-hate relationship;
he hates me (not really) and I love to annoy him (really). So naturally I began
harassing him about what songs we wanted to hear and anything else I could
think of that would make me get under his skin. Since my phone was almost dead
I asked if I could plug it in since Dolce had brought her charger. He finally
agreed and Dolce and I began to take advantage of our open bar. After doing a
few laps around the bar and saying hi to some friends I went back over to Chris
and saw that my phone was unplugged and something else was in the outlet. I
immediately went off on him (jokingly of course).
“I can’t believe you unplugged my charger! My phone
is obviously more important than whatever this thing is!” I yelled as I gently
(and may I stress GENTLY) tugged on the plug. All of the sudden it was dead
silent and all of the TVs shut off.
“Uhh-ohhh…” I whispered. I jammed the plug back into
the wall but the damage was done. People started booing Chris and the manager
was over in a second demanding to know what happened. His friend Kyle told me
that it was probably best if I just left.
“Don’t have to tell me twice!” I ran up to Melanie,
Amber and Dolce and told them to finish their drinks because it was time to go
to the lacrosse boys’ house. They all laughed at me for pulling the plug and
thankfully finished their drinks and we headed off to meet the boys.
Note:
It
was approximately 11pm at this point, and we had all had a LOT of beer and
between 3-4 mixed drinks each. That’s a lot of alcohol.
Back
to the story…
We finally arrived to the boys’ apartment where they
had set up two beer pong tables; one inside and one outside. All of the guys
from happy hour were there, as well as a few other people. One of the newcomers
was this guy Jerry, who I had a bunch of classes with throughout college. We
were always nice to each other, but were never really close. I also knew that
he had a girlfriend last time we hung out, and assumed that they were still
together. As Dolce and I scoped out the prospects Jerry suddenly appeared and
asked me to play beer pong with him. Seeing that Dolce had spotted a potential
boy, I went with Jerry to the outside beer pong table. And who were we playing?
Mitch. Yup. Awkward? Double yup.
Convinced that Jerry still had a girlfriend I kept
my flirting at a minimum. Joe-Joe apparently had other ideas though, and pulled
me aside to tell me that Jerry was single and that he always thought I was
cute.
“I’m on it!” I said as I pranced back to the table. “Dolce
he’s single!” I whispered.
“Yesss! I have to go to the bathroom! Come with me?”
We headed to the bathroom, and found that it was locked. Dolce began banging on
the door while Jerry came up to us and told us that there was another one
upstairs and that he would show me where it was. I followed him while Dolce finally
got the door open and found Melanie and Amber passed out on the ground.
“WHAT THE HELL!?” she screamed and both Melanie and
Amber popped up off of the ground and began puking into the toilet. Together.
Apparently Miami didn’t kill them, but the open bar combined with happy hour
did some damage. That is true friendship right there.
While Dolce was discovering the girls Jerry and I were
upstairs talking. He wasn’t trying to make a move on me, and I was trying to
figure out why he wasn’t hitting on me more. Luckily Dolce was there to save
the day. She thundered up the stairs dragging her new boy Thom, looked at us
and said, “Me and Thom get this room and you and Jerry go there,” and slammed
the door in our faces.
“Sounds good to me!” I grabbed Jerry and walked into
“our” room. We sat down on the bed and he turned to me and said, “I really like
you Gabanna…” My eyes closed and I leaned in “…but I have a girlfriend.”
My eyes immediately snapped open. “WHAT! Joe-Joe
said you were single!”
“What? No. We’ve been dating for 6 months. And I really
like her and just can’t do this.” He went into an explanation about how he had
always liked me but never thought I would go for him because he was kind of a
dork. Little did he know that I like dorks, since I am one myself. After about
15 minutes of him telling me that if he was single he would want to take me out
and date me, and how pretty I was and yada yada yada, I began to hear Dolce screaming
my name.
“GABANNA! GABANNAAAAAA! LET’S GO! WHERE ARE YOU?!”
I’m in the room you told me to go in, duh.
“I’M COMING!” I screamed back. Jerry continued to
apologize about how he wished he could be with me but about he was good guy and
couldn’t do this to his girlfriend. We were still sitting pretty close on the
bed together when Mitch opened the door and walked in. “Dolce is looking for
you,” he told us, looking surprised that we were on the bed together. Superrrr
awkward.
“Yeah I hear her, I’m coming.” I turned to back to
Jerry and said:
“I really respect you. You’re a good guy and your girlfriend
is lucky to have you.”
“You really respect me? That’s so nice.”
“Well yeah if I didn’t I would be on top of you right
now, not caring that you had a girlfriend.” His eyes kind of bugged out as I walked
out of the room and back downstairs to Dolce.
We skipped off to the bar and the lacrosse guys
followed. Jerry and I continued to talk all night, but kept it just as friends.
He invited us to all crash at his house and I respectfully chose a couch next
to Dolce and Melanie while he slept upstairs in his bed. I’m glad we were able to
talk, and at least I know I have a shot with a good guy if he and his
girlfriend ever decide to end things.
Moral
of the Story
-Don’t be afraid to make the first move; you might
have missed out on something great because you were too scared to take a risk
-Do not go to happy hour and get wasted and then go
to an open bar, or else you’ll end up like Melanie and Amber.
-Respect the fact that someone has a girlfriend,
even you didn’t get the drunken make-out you wanted it’s better to have a
friend than someone who resents you in the morning.
