I went to a house party a few of my friends were throwing on Saturday. I usually opt out of these things when I don’t have a buddy to go along with me but I like these girls enough and they’re coming to my party Friday, so I wanted to reciprocate.
I show up and there are all of ten people there and I only know the hosts. An hour goes by. At this point I’ve had 3 drinks (from awkwardly speed drinking since I don’t have many people to talk to) and upped it from beer to liquor. However, I was smart and stayed away from whiskey. The conversations get morse sparse which accelerates my drinking. I decided it was best to get a little food in me. I browsed the household’s dvd selections and wall art. After that killed about five minutes of time, I went back outside and start inspecting the deck. I check out their grill, even though I don’t even know how to turn on my own. I stop short of lifting the grill cover and checking for weight-bearing walls. I have literally run out of things to look busy doing. This is when smoking cigarettes came in so handy. My perfect social crutch.