he;s in parties

Tonite we went to a party after working. Dave is the guy I work with now, and we hired on in the same little group. I like Dave, because he is very New Jersey, and he has his ways, and he has a different spin on bitching and complaining, which we all love to do.

Tonite I am pretty sure that Dave fucked some girl in the bathroom. I am very sure that he made out with her with tongues after their first twenty minute conversation, because that part was right in front of me.

The other part was when she went into the bathroom, and then he needed to go to the bathroom, and he waited at the door for five minutes, and then he stopped waiting and opened the door and went into the bathroom and closed the door behind him, and then they were both in the bathroom, and this status did not change, for literally 25 minutes, which might be impressive.

It was all very surreal.

I am not sure how those things happen, because I have not been blessed with charms, looks, or forthrightness. You know, the necessities of the new masculine millenium. (It's a gas. )

Usually I have not gone to parties. I bet this is only the fourth party I have ever been to. It's kind of pathetic that there have only been three or four, and I have already lost count.

I am not so social, but it's aight. Sometimes I have good one-liners. That is what the people like.

Anyway, so it was a Christmas party, and people were drinking and it was pretty tame, except for Dave and this other girl, who took the opportunity to have all-of-a-sudden sex.

I have never had eggnog. I had some at this party. I enjoyed it a lot.

Also, the meatballs were good.

I turned down two games of poker. Others of us watched people try to play GTA. Sometimes it was amusing.

I am sleepy, and worn from the alcohol, which I am seeming tolerant of.

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