the bash - deluxe version

let's say, it is rather sad, huh? when the good ol' time come back to haunt you in the face. well, exactly 2 months after 'the bash first version' too!

you see, it was a friend's birthday. and the same effing thing happened. it brought about craps, really, sitting at the end of the table. all alone, having nothing to eat because some restos don't know this service called prioritizing. he's the one to treat us, PAY the resto and all, and yet ...

the good ol' times.

anyway, you know how this is different from my bash? well, this time we all are pretty much mucked up with the BBs, not even under the table. get this? in mine, everyone had a blast except me, but here, rarely one had a blast. everyone's too grossed with their own matter and poof! there goes precious darling harmony and truce.

and somebody brought alcohol, 43%. my god! for your info, we are good innocent underage who are supposed to answer 'what's that?' when are asked 'fancy a drink?'. he brought misery to us all, and not only to the girls. i mean, the guys are giving him dirty looks, just fitting from how he wanna show he's not mama's boy anymore. real, you are not your mama's boy, just as she doesn't want ye. a word of caution, child: you are driving!

i just heard this rumour about him, he likes to get drunk and pester on little girls on good old times. true, i've seen it myself on twitter, and it's uber yuck! any of you girls want to catch his eyes? if you still hold the big V dear, better not! and the ultimate clincher comes when he forced another guy to drink along with him. hey hey, that boy is a lost little puppy with no one of his class in the table, and he's an easy prey! disappointing, don't pick on someone who's eyes are goddamn red already, grab a bigger challenge!

and birthday bboy ex came. blasty; no one expected that. they MIGHT have a clean break months ago, but no one expects her to get the text with her BB taken by the school. not that she isn't welcomed, but her presence is vexing. and the beer she ordered, too.

and my feelings bout all this, is how i can feel the patheticness of not enjoying your own bash. it' sad, and i was at a loss of what to say to bboy. come on, he could still laugh and say: best night of 2010 right after. what kind of crap is that? WOW, boy, you are born to impress.

and here's the only photo we got to take the whole night. one solid prove to all i say :