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But I was never in Boy Scouts...
Mar. 31st, 2007 02:35 pmInteresting trip home after D&D last night. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
winterlion dropped me at the Skytrain because he was low on gas and I was too far out of his way - no problem. Caught the last bus back here at 2am - drops me up at the loop, so it's a 15 or so minute walk home.
So there's this short girl on the bus, and she's completely PLASTERED. Wobbly, loud, and very friendly. She's talking to some guys in the back while I'm playing on the GB. This one kid kept trying to hit on her. He was 17, and kept asking her if she went for younger guys (she was 23).
Underaged punks trying to pick up drunken chicks on the last bus of the night?
Priceless.
So she notices me, and starts talking to me... whatever. She's calling home to see if she can get a ride, and her boyfriend won't pick her up, so she has to walk. I'm a bit concerned at this point, as it's 2:30am in Surrey, and this girl can't even sit up straight.
So we get off the bus, and ask her where she's going. If it's not too far, I was gonna walk her home. Turns out she's going to 68th and 132nd. I'm at 70th and 132.
Her name was Shannon, and she was a very entertaining drunk. She had that supernnatural girl skill of being so drunk she couldn't walk straight, and yet could RUN in 3 inch heels without a problem. She would babble endlessly about all sorts of incoherent things, hug me at random, do pirouettes, tell me how I was such a great guy for walking her home, and call her boyfriend every five minutes and try to get him to come out and meet her.
Eventually some guy on a bike was going by, and went "You're all pretty hammered, huh?" and she demanded he stop and turn around. So he did. She went "Hey, is your name Ryan?"
It was. He was trying to figure out who she was. When he got closer, she peered at him and declared "I have no idea who you are, but you look like my friend Ryan!" Turns out they didn't know each other at all. Kinda freaky though.
So she gets home, and her boyfriend FINALLY comes out to get her. He's giving me the evil eye. He looked like a mexican gangster - joy. I just tell him I was making sure she got home, and then I left.
It certainly made for an entertaining walk home.
winterlion dropped me at the Skytrain because he was low on gas and I was too far out of his way - no problem. Caught the last bus back here at 2am - drops me up at the loop, so it's a 15 or so minute walk home.So there's this short girl on the bus, and she's completely PLASTERED. Wobbly, loud, and very friendly. She's talking to some guys in the back while I'm playing on the GB. This one kid kept trying to hit on her. He was 17, and kept asking her if she went for younger guys (she was 23).
Underaged punks trying to pick up drunken chicks on the last bus of the night?
Priceless.
So she notices me, and starts talking to me... whatever. She's calling home to see if she can get a ride, and her boyfriend won't pick her up, so she has to walk. I'm a bit concerned at this point, as it's 2:30am in Surrey, and this girl can't even sit up straight.
So we get off the bus, and ask her where she's going. If it's not too far, I was gonna walk her home. Turns out she's going to 68th and 132nd. I'm at 70th and 132.
Her name was Shannon, and she was a very entertaining drunk. She had that supernnatural girl skill of being so drunk she couldn't walk straight, and yet could RUN in 3 inch heels without a problem. She would babble endlessly about all sorts of incoherent things, hug me at random, do pirouettes, tell me how I was such a great guy for walking her home, and call her boyfriend every five minutes and try to get him to come out and meet her.
Eventually some guy on a bike was going by, and went "You're all pretty hammered, huh?" and she demanded he stop and turn around. So he did. She went "Hey, is your name Ryan?"
It was. He was trying to figure out who she was. When he got closer, she peered at him and declared "I have no idea who you are, but you look like my friend Ryan!" Turns out they didn't know each other at all. Kinda freaky though.
So she gets home, and her boyfriend FINALLY comes out to get her. He's giving me the evil eye. He looked like a mexican gangster - joy. I just tell him I was making sure she got home, and then I left.
It certainly made for an entertaining walk home.