Code Beth

Those of us who enjoy alcohol can, on occasion, go a little overboard. Sometimes we manage to take control of the situation and end the night without incident. Then there are occasions when other urges take over, and we wind up hooking up with a less than attractive chick. If you go out to bars its happened to you at one time or another. And its happened to some of us so many times, we actually have a name for it.

One such occasion took place after last year's booze cruise. We all stumbled into Landsdowne afterwards, which happened to be filled with chicks on this night for some reason. Much of what took place was a haze, but I seem to remember that they were all really into us. One girl, Beth, seemed to be really into Mar in particular. This despite the fact that their conversation consisted entirely of him saying "How's Abby?" over and over again. She got really upset when Mar left to "talk" to another chick at the bar, and decided to chat with me instead.

Even as drunk as I was I could see where this was going to go. She was giving off "Fuck Me" vibes so bad even Helen Keller could've picked them up. This chick was desperate to hook up. Since I'm a gentleman, I did my best to try and excuse myself from the conversation without hurting her feelings. This consisted of me yelling across the bar at Rick "We gotta go!" over and over again. It did not take her long to pick up on this, asking "Why do you keep telling him that?" I leaned in to tell her it was because I had to work early the next day, and the next thing I knew we were full on making out in the middle of the bar. Stupid alcohol.

Now, this girl was not horribly unattractive or anything, but I could definitely do better. So its unfortunate that this situation has to bear her name, but if it makes it easier to explain to my friends why we have to leave a bar and call it a night, then so be it.