With my work giving us (the landlord and I work for the same agency) 11 days off from work, we were prepare to celebrate the holiday season in a fuzzy haze. Ok me not fuzzy but the landlord. It started out good. We stopped at our new favorite bar on wednesday night and he got tanked. Thursday night we stopped at 4 different bars and went home also unable to walk. But today, we got a late start and before 9:30 the landlord told me he needed a ride home that he was done.
WTF! We have only been out for 4 hours. And I was no where near ready to call it a night.
Being the good sober driver and roommate I drove him home and came back to the bar.
Now I'm stuck sitting next to Dan the douche bag, who I hate and wish dead everyday. How I get myself into these situations is beyond me.
To top it all off the whole time the landlord was at the bar he spent texting this fat, cat owning, ugly, bad dresser, annoying bitch who I don't like. Maybe she will hit a path of road ice on her way back from AL and hit a tree. Just saying. Don't judge me. I can wish.
Seriously this night kind of sucks.
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