It was shaping up to be a wonderful Thursday night. There was a small get together at a friend’s house. After a few hours of us having quite the pleasant time I noticed that my buzz was starting to wear off and I was out of beer. Knowing that there was a super market I let the group know that I was going to get some more beer and to see if anyone wanted to come along.
You know those moments in the movies where everyone stops talking at once and looks at the main character like he’s crazy? Well, that happened to me and it was about as embarrassing as it sounds. Finally someone broke the silence (and is also now the coolest person in the world) by saying that it was too late to buy beer. I glance at my cell and point out that it’s only 10:45. The silence returns and people are looking at me like I’m dumber than ever. That same person points out to me like I’m some sort of moron that beer and hard a stops being sold statewide at 9 p.m. Hearing this several thoughts quickly went through my head:
Ha ha, very funny. Nice joke
Wait, nobody’s laughing. Shouldn’t people be laughing at a joke?
Oh God, what if it’s not it a joke?
It’s not a joke, they really stop selling alcohol at 9!
If I get on a bus will I make it Washington before 2?
What’s the prison sentence for stealing a 12 pack from a convenience store?
Will a banana in my coat pocket look like good enough like a gun for the stick up?
Crap, I don’t have a banana. I’m gonna have to steal that too.
All of these thoughts made me a little faint and I had to sit down. I realized that in order to maintain my buzz I would have to go to the bars and drop 10 or 15 bucks. It was shaping up to be a crappy Thursday night.
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