Disaster Averted... Sorta... Not Really

So I went out for a drink with a co-worker last night and as usual, things didn't go exactly as planned. We were fine until I started talking to random people. People that were fat Canadian chicks. People that decided that hitting on us was a good and fun idea. People that we REALLY didn't need or want to talk to. So why did we? Because I am me. And I drank a fair bit.

So what happened you ask? We hung out with the chicks until the bar closed and they were actually pretty amusing. Then we went to QFC, bought some beer, and hit the roof. That was yet another bad idea. I've been up on my roof a lot of times, and made a ton of noise, but this was the first time I ever got the cops called to my roof. They shined the spotlight up there and told us to go back inside. So we went back down to my pad, where I think we lasted long enough for me to pee before Mario threw us out for being too loud. After that everyone else went back to QFC for some reason, and I sat out on the street with one of the chicks. And this is where it gets really bad.

I THOUGHT that I was helping out my co-worker at this point in time, but I was admittedly pretty drunk. So to help him out I thought I'd at least get it started, so I ended up somehow getting the chick to blow me. On the street. At 3:30 in the morning. I got skills, or something. I didn't manage to finish before everyone else came back out, so I zipped up and we wandered down to their hotel, where (thankfully) they all went to bed without us. This is one of those times where I wasn't upset about having blue balls because that chick was pretty jank. Seriously. Thank God I didn't sleep with her. I might not have forgiven myself.