Last night after work I met up with my Summer Roommate Brandon and his girlfriend Ainjel for Brandon's 21st birthday celebration. I don't know B very well, so I figured it would be a good time to spend some time with the man and buy him a drink or two for the birthday. (Seeing as how my birthday is in two days, I'm in a very generous birthday mood.)
I caught up with the two at the Chug where we had a beer and sang Journey's "Don't Stop Believing", much to Ainjel's embarrassment because Brandon didn't know all the words. However, we weren't the only ones singing, therefore I felt no embarrassment.
After what turned out to be a pretty lame night at work, I wanted to have more than just some beer. So we headed to the much quieter and much calmer Mo's Tavern. Brandon was still fairly coherent at this point, but I knew that wouldn't last since he was a bit wobbly heading to the bathroom.
I bought a round of Jose for the two of us and we got that down smoothly enough. Then the nice, very cute, lady bartender named Jay offered the birthday boy a jagerbomb. I only encouraged him because that's my favorite shooter AND you should never pass up free alcohol.
This is where the night began to get a bit rough. Brandon decided one more shot would be no problem. From outside appearances he seemed fine, so I didn't try and stop him. Jay poured us some Kamikazes and I drank mine with no problem. Brandon didn't fair so well. He made the first mistake of heading into the ladies room to attempt a prayer to the porcelain god.
Soon after, the two of them headed back to the apartment. I stayed and had one more beer and then headed out.
As I pull up, I see a redhead cowering over a slumped over dude in the parking lot. And it was, indeed, Brandon and Ainjel.
Now, I'm a fairly big guy. About 6 feet and 200 pounds. Brandon, on the other hand, has about 50 pounds on me and is a good 3 or 4 inches taller. I don't know how I did it, but I was able to haul him up two flights if stairs and into the apartment.
After that, I went to bed.
This morning, I make the deal with myself to save the cleaning I had planned to do today for tomorrow, since I didn't want to disturb Brandon who was still passed out on the couch. In the interim, I started checking my e-mail and facebook as I normally do. This is where I found the little tib-bit of information that would gnaw at my mind all day.
Facebook has all these new "applications" which you can add-on to your profile and customize how people interact with you. (Whatever) So I've added a few things and one of them was the "Honesty Box". The "Honesty Box" lets friends say what they really think about you (or something specific if you wish) in an anonymous fashion. At first, I thought this was a cool idea because I assumed nobody had anything bad to say about me.
Of course, reality set in this morning in which the first comment I've gotten in the two weeks I've had the Honesty Box was: "I love being your friend but I wish you'd stop giving up so easily."
Huh?
This is anonymous, but facebook does tell you if it was a male or female who left the comment. This was from a male.
You can reply to the comment, but I'm not sure what to say if I did. I mean, do I really give up easliy? Am I a push-over? Maybe this friend was referring to my love life, to which my thought is I can't give up on something that doesn't really exist in the first place.
So you can see why this has been racking my brain all day. I almost even got rid of the honesty box thing, but I figured that would be the case and point for Mr. Anonymous' argument. Therefore, today begins the Era of Integrity for Nate-O.
Unfortunately, I have no frame of reference on what to stand up to, and my life is pretty simple right now. So this should be interesting.
~Nate-O
Coutdown to Birthday: 33 hours 19 minutes
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