Irish Pubs and Stranded Friends

I hosted a random happy hour in Manayunk. Invited a lot of people and a lot of people showed up. Everyone was late though. One girl's car broke down, someone had emergency hurricane rescue training, and some people just drove around for 30 minutes unable to find parking.

It was fucking awesome. I've been friends with a band for about.. 3 years now? and they all came to chill with me. We all had so much fun and we all got wasted for only $12.

Keely and Keith were being so fucking dramatic so I hardly hung out with them. I didn't want to deal with it. I wanted to have fun and I wasn't going to let anyone ruin my night. As I told Keith the next day, "Why the fuck would I want to spend time with people who were ruining my night when I could spend time with people who were making it fucking awesome?"

We moved along Main Street from bar to bar to ice cream shop to pizza place. And at one point, it was me and the band sitting outside of a bar completely wasted and just throwing out random sentences. We were also talking to strangers that were passing. I was checking out booties with Jeremiah. Jeremiah was asking random strangers to rub Buddy's head, and since it's Manayunk, of course they did it. Everyone is fucking wasted in Manayunk at 2am.

Keith was with me up until then because I drove him to Manayunk and then he randomly got up and disappeared for two hours. I didn't really care. It was his decision.

Then I got my car and moved it closer to where we were. (By this time I was completely sober because I was eating a lot and only drinking water, no worries. I would never ever get into a vehicle while intoxicated. I did that twice in my life and I hated myself forever. I will never allow that to happen ever again. It is the worst feeling ever.)

So I parked and WTF?! There is Keith on the sidewalk staring into space, completed wasted. He continued with me down the street and then after saying goodbye to the band, I told Keith it was time to leave. He was being a douchebag so I left him.

.. Yes, I left him. In Manayunk. While intoxicated.

Yeah it sounded like a good idea at the time. And then as I was driving home, my phone died so I didn't get any of his texts. The next morning I found out that he had to wait for his ex-girlfriend to pick him up.

By mid-afternoon, all was good in the hood. He pulled into the driveway to chill with Kevin. I opened my window, stuck my head out, yelled "What's good?"

"Nothing. What's good with you?"

"Nothing. I'm sorry. My phone died. If I saw your texts I would have turned around."

So after having a 10 minute talk from my second floor window with Keith, we realized that it was all a big misunderstanding and that if anything, it was slightly amusing. Then we went to DQ together to get Blizzards in preparation for the hurricane.

Actually only Keith got one and then he didn't finish it and let me have the rest.

That's what friends are for.