On Friday night, Friday the 13th, I went out for galbi with my friends. It was a run of the mill Friday night, nothing was really out of place or differrent than usual. After galbi we went to a Nore-Bong (kareoke) and then went out to a bar called Vinyl. We left Vinyl to go to Kino-Eye our regular haunt.
The next thing I remember is standing outside of my front door, trying to get in. I wasn't wearing any shoes and didn't have my coat. I then somehow for whatever reason, went to X's house. I woke up in bed on Saturday morning. I checked my pants for my phone and my wallet which were both there. I then proceeded to look outside my room for my coat and my shoes, hoping against all hope, that it has all been a bad dream. Alas, it wasn't.
I talked to my friends who said that I didn't leave Kino after we got there. So I hoped that my stuff was there. I went hiking and went to the bar early on Saturday evening. They did have a fe coats but none were mine.
Needless to say I felt comepletely dejected. I am still not sure that I amc ompletely over it. Its not the material objects that were lost ( a pair of old brown leather shoes from Payless; my Western jacket and a black sweater; my mp3 player); its the embarressment of the entier situation. I feel like such a tool, and loser, and overall douche.
I said to my friend that I can handle my liqour 90% of the time, and then the other 10% are just shitshows. The last time something like this happened to me I missed a trip to the mountains because my friends found me passed out in front of a Family Mart.
The other reason it still rubs me the wrong way is the fact that no one had my back. I suppose I can't really say much - this is not something that my friends can count on my for. But its not even the friend element. I guess I'm thinking that if I has a significant other, this would never have happened. *eyeroll*
By the by, X and Z broke up on Friday night. Apparently there were fighting for a while and I eventually went over got in both of their faces and yelled, "get over it!!" Sounds like something I'd say, but if I wasn't blind drunk, I don't think I would have said anything.
Friday the 13th, followed by Valentine's day. Thats a sick fucking joke if I ever heard one.
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