Just finished up a pretty nice bender for 4th of July weekend. I broke up with my girlfriend of about ~8 months last Tuesday so it was my first weekend single for a while. First, had a short pregame on Wednesday (day before July 4th which is always a great night out) where I drank about 7-8 beers and spent about 20 minutes changing girls names in my phone back to their actual names from random fake guy names I had previously entered so my girlfriend wouldn’t freak out when they text/call/etc (I was pretty lazy about it anyway though, one girl was simply “Jake from StateFarm). Went to the usual bar I frequent with a dancefloor in the back and spent about $100 on fireball shots and beers for me, my friends and random bitches. It’s pretty blurry, but I do know I did my usual dancing w/o giving a **** and picked up some random girl that was about 3 years older than me and about a 6 unfortunately. Brought her back to my house and realized I’ve pulled a giant scrub move and forgot to buy the million pack of condoms at Walmart so I ended up just getting 2 blow jobs from her for the rest of the night even though I didn’t know her last name. Woke up early in morning and drove her home and didn’t bother asking for her number.
Next day I had a family/friends 4th of July party and stuck to beers mostly but also made drinks that look like this for a lot of people (Margarita with upside down corona). Looked like this:
It was pretty great weather too for the best holiday ever created. Went out and hooked up with this girl I’ve known for a while but didn’t bring her back.
Friday, I finally got my jet ski I paid cash for. Spent the day almost killing myself on it and invited a girl over from out of town. I used to have a thing with her Freshman year and she’s admitted that she’s liked me since then but was waiting for me to be single. I tried to get a blowjob while riding my jet ski at like 30-40mph since I had the entire bay to myself really late in the evening but it was a fail because of the awkward seating. I banged her then she went home since her fake id situation was ****ed up. Went out that night , and it was an average night and nothing special.
Saturday I watched that sleeper of a sport and rooted against the British guy. Unfortunately, he won. Salvaged my day by going to the beach and there happened to be this cancun-spring break-like beach party on one of the beaches. Drank a 12 pack, stumbled home and passed out. Woke up around 11pm to about 6-7 texts from my ex-gf about how much she misses me and wishes she could change my mind. I ignored them, and met up with some friends at a bar. I wore a new spring-colored shirt I bought from Brooks Brothers for about $90 after my 15% discount for using my retail credit card there. Some weirdo-looking dude wearing vans and black jeans and a hideous American eagle polo asked me about how much it cost and I told him I got it for $5 at a thrift shop. Drank lots of $9 makers mark shots/$6 beers, and my friend and I started talking to these 2 good-looking girls from Ireland outside the bar while smoking some cigarettes. They were dumb as bricks so conversation couldn't really escalate beyond knock, knock joke level intelligence. We get them to cab back with us to my house, post gamed with some left over fireball, and we be both closed, except I banged a girl in my gazebo on my dock while listening to 80s pop music on my Beat’s pill. I woke up on my couch and they were both gone.
It was a rough Sunday.