Labour Day

Well the weekend wasn't bad, but the ending sure stunk. I had a good weekend with my buddies, went out clubbing on Sat. nite. Went to a blatant str8 club on Sat. night. I got dragged along b/c my friends GF knew some people that were going to the club, and my friend didn't know anyone. I gotta admit there were a lot of hot guys at the club, and the funny thing was quite a few of em seemed overly friendly towards me. Course I was drunk and I can be a little naive when it comes to picking up signals from guys I believe to be str8, but the extra attention was nice, even f nothing came of it. On Monday night though, my one friend and I got into a bit of an argument over me not going out enough. He thinks I'm like a wallflower, and that may be true. I don't tend to go places like clubs or bars alone b/c I feel uncomfortable sitting by myself. I don't like drinking alone as it were. He finally goaded me into going for a few beer at a pub a few blocks away, where I used to work a couple years ago. It was alright, I caught up with the bartender over a couple beer and I headed back home. The friend who goaded me into going wad drunk when I messaged him I'd made it back home. I of course was also feeling no pain so I did let out a comment which he took wrong, and we fought fer a few short minutes before, as he always does, he said I'm never to contact him again. Now, I'm sure I sound like the asshole. But A) the comment was a joke B) any sober person would take it as such C) He over-reacted D) He always tells me never to contact him again whenever we fight, and then the next day everything's back to normal. It just makes me kinda mad, b/c he has said some down right nasty things to me when he's been drunk, but I always listen and know that he doesn't mean it. The few times I make snide or sarcastic remarks, he bites my head off. Doesn't really seem fair I guess. I'm not perfect, I'm gonna say stupid crap. We patched things up today while watching a baseball game. And the fights behind us. I went to school today, and I had a test. I think I failed it, so I'm a little worried about that. I find out tomorrow. My mind just drew a blank when I was writing it. I get a rewrite if I bombed it, so we'll see.