If you guys thought it would take a little while for me to start making bad decisions, you'd be wrong
Ended up hanging out with Crazy last night and she lived up to her nickname.
I was successfully drinking away my sorrows and she came over and joined me and tried to be a friend and keep my mind off Chicago Girl.
We walked to a bar down the street for some food and drink and when I went to pay, my debit card was declined. I had tried to fund my online gambling account and my bank flagged it as fraudulent and blocked my account. Awesome.
Hit a bar for some pool and shots and beers. She beat the crap out of a dude at pool despite him cheating and trying to move the cue ball 2x. He was pissed off and yelling at her and I had to step up and ask if there was any issue there. He walked off and had a smoke instead of kicking my ###.
From there we went bowling and drank PBRs. The old people next to us liked us and kept buying us beer
She wanted some drunk food, so went to a local chili place. She was backing out and hit a car. Oops. The car she hit (5 series BMW) had a scratch on back, but her car is black and the scratch was white, so that doesn't really add up. He was offering to take her insurance info or call the cops and since she wasn't as sober as a driver probably should be. He kept threatening to call the cops and she was freaking out, so I stepped in and calmed the situation down, exchanged info and left.
For some reason she thought it would be a good idea to stop off at a bar on the way home too for another shot. At this point I just wanted to go home and it was less than a mile walk, so I started to leave. She got pissed off and insisted on driving me home.
Got home and she screamed at me for 45 minutes, freaking out about the car and I don't remember what else. I was yelling at her to leave so I could just go to bed and end this night. I'm sure my neighbors really appreciated that at 2am.
Here's to making bad decisions
cheers