Last night was probably the worst night of my life. Never again will I go out with a guy and his friends who get shit-faced.
The night started out ok. Dutch invited me to hang out with him at his friend Brian's house. We hung out there for a bit with Brian and Brian's brother Luke, then decided to go to a bar in a nearby town so I volunteered to be the designated driver. It wasn't a problem since I don't really drink. I had one fuzzy navel and then stuck to Sprite afterwards.
However, near the end before we left, Dutch got into an argument with blitzed out die hard Vikings fan. We were outside while Dutch was having a smoke and somehow the topic of the Vikings came up. About how fans want Childress gone and how today's game would probably decide the coach's fate. It got ridiculous to the point where they both looked like they were about pound the crap out of each other. Thankfully it broke up before fists went flying, but unfortunately it didn't last long.
Inside, it got heated again because they were pissed off and looking for a fight. People were trying to break them apart and so was I. Until Dutch pushed me away and told me to get the fuck off him. So I left and sat in my car and had one of the two crying jags. Eventually Dutch came out and we talked, but he was drunk so he wasn't listening to reason.
Having enough, I took the drunks Brian, Luke, and Dutch back to Brian's house where the night went from bad to fucking worse. Brian has a dog named Bella and she likes to jump up. Well she was about to jump up on Dutch but he moved away. Then he held up his fist and shook it like in frustration yet at that same moment Brian saw and thought Dutch had taken a swing at the dog, but that wasn't true. Yet because he was fucking drunk and so he nearly tackles Dutch, roughing him up.
I tried to defend Dutch and explain it wasn't what he saw, but he goes "You calling me a liar". Then he's like telling us to get the fuck out of his house. I'm like what the fuck! Dutch and Brian supposedly consider themselves like brothers, that they would do anything for each other. Well, Brian just proved that wasn't true. Drunk or not, you don't do that to a brother.
So we left and I ended up taking Dutch home, which was an hour away. The whole way Dutch was no help and it was so late and I was freaking out. I was low on gas and he had rolled down the passenger window when I told him not to because it's broken so it slid down in the door and wouldn't roll back up.
Everything about last night had gone wrong, full of drama, and I damn near had a goddamn panic attack, and Dutch was no fucking help. He kept asking what are scared about. I was freaking out because I pushed SOOOO FAR out of my comfort zone. My nerves were fried and I just wanted to get home and have the night end.
I'm a homebody. I'm the type to stay home and relax. If I do something different, I have to be sure I'm somewhat control. By having a plan. I've never been so far of my element, have everything so far out of my control, it was fucking scary. I've never had a panic attack in my life and last night I was on the verge.
Never again. Never. Never. Never again will I do that. I should have just left them at the bar.
As for Dutch, I'm going to give it a few days and figure out if he's worth it. I like him a lot, but last night was an eye opener. If he's like that as a drunk, do I want to be around that? I'm still getting to know him so I don't know. But I do have a lot to think about.
The night started out ok. Dutch invited me to hang out with him at his friend Brian's house. We hung out there for a bit with Brian and Brian's brother Luke, then decided to go to a bar in a nearby town so I volunteered to be the designated driver. It wasn't a problem since I don't really drink. I had one fuzzy navel and then stuck to Sprite afterwards.
However, near the end before we left, Dutch got into an argument with blitzed out die hard Vikings fan. We were outside while Dutch was having a smoke and somehow the topic of the Vikings came up. About how fans want Childress gone and how today's game would probably decide the coach's fate. It got ridiculous to the point where they both looked like they were about pound the crap out of each other. Thankfully it broke up before fists went flying, but unfortunately it didn't last long.
Inside, it got heated again because they were pissed off and looking for a fight. People were trying to break them apart and so was I. Until Dutch pushed me away and told me to get the fuck off him. So I left and sat in my car and had one of the two crying jags. Eventually Dutch came out and we talked, but he was drunk so he wasn't listening to reason.
Having enough, I took the drunks Brian, Luke, and Dutch back to Brian's house where the night went from bad to fucking worse. Brian has a dog named Bella and she likes to jump up. Well she was about to jump up on Dutch but he moved away. Then he held up his fist and shook it like in frustration yet at that same moment Brian saw and thought Dutch had taken a swing at the dog, but that wasn't true. Yet because he was fucking drunk and so he nearly tackles Dutch, roughing him up.
I tried to defend Dutch and explain it wasn't what he saw, but he goes "You calling me a liar". Then he's like telling us to get the fuck out of his house. I'm like what the fuck! Dutch and Brian supposedly consider themselves like brothers, that they would do anything for each other. Well, Brian just proved that wasn't true. Drunk or not, you don't do that to a brother.
So we left and I ended up taking Dutch home, which was an hour away. The whole way Dutch was no help and it was so late and I was freaking out. I was low on gas and he had rolled down the passenger window when I told him not to because it's broken so it slid down in the door and wouldn't roll back up.
Everything about last night had gone wrong, full of drama, and I damn near had a goddamn panic attack, and Dutch was no fucking help. He kept asking what are scared about. I was freaking out because I pushed SOOOO FAR out of my comfort zone. My nerves were fried and I just wanted to get home and have the night end.
I'm a homebody. I'm the type to stay home and relax. If I do something different, I have to be sure I'm somewhat control. By having a plan. I've never been so far of my element, have everything so far out of my control, it was fucking scary. I've never had a panic attack in my life and last night I was on the verge.
Never again. Never. Never. Never again will I do that. I should have just left them at the bar.
As for Dutch, I'm going to give it a few days and figure out if he's worth it. I like him a lot, but last night was an eye opener. If he's like that as a drunk, do I want to be around that? I'm still getting to know him so I don't know. But I do have a lot to think about.
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