Well... That Was Awkward

So its Monday night, and here I am working at the bar I work at every Monday night. The night began as usual, sweep, mop, set up the bar, clean, then stand around bored for a few hours. It took a little while for things to get interesting but... they sure got interesting.

Every Monday is 25 cent wings... can't really beat that. I get a load of regulars showing up, a lot of staff from the other bar I work at, and always a few randoms. It usually ends up being a pretty decent night, making at least $100, and never leaving sober. Anyway... fate had something special planned for this night.. something very special.

One of my co-workers arrived around 9:30pm for wings and a few drinks. She brought with her, a friend, Kyle, who was celebrating his 19th birthday. 19th birthdays are always fun for a bartender. It's up to us to decide their fate, shall they remember the night, will they ever want to drink again, will they get laid, will they embarrass themselves... it's always fun. Anyway, they start off with some wings, a few spiced rum and cokes, then we get into the heavy stuff. Jager, tequila, bombs, my own creations, everything. He holds up pretty well, remaining eerily polite, and keeping his head up. A couple hours go by and he's looking like he's gonna make it home ok. I decide to change things up (un-beknownst to either of them) and supstitute his shot of tequila for one of Jamesion Irish Whiskey.... sorry dude.

Kyle goes to the bathroom a short while later, which is relatively normal for someone drinking. All seems to be going normally until about 25 minutes go by and we think "fuck, where is kyle?" We get a key to the bathroom, and sure enough, kyle is there, in what has to be the most awkward position he has ever been in. There lies kyle, asleep (passed out), passed out, face down in his own thrown up chicken wings (hot/honey garlic). This dude, THANK GOD, made it to the bathroom... he also however managed to miss the toilet, the garbage, and even the sink. Vomit everywhere.

Kyle remains 'asleep' for 45 minutes until he comes to, requiring someone to hold him up (thank god you were there). At which point the only word out of his mouth were "fuck off I'm gonna shit! I'm gonna shit!" Kyle wips down his pants for everyone to see and sits down on the toilet. Im not sure if he wiped, I don't knwo what else he did, I had seen enough. For the rest of the night, Kyle became the product of ridicule, pictures, videos, comments, and some slight rough-housing (way to be Nessa).

Needless to say.. Kyle likely won't be drinking for a while, If ever again. Sorry K, but if you wanted something easy and harmless for your 19th birthday, well... fuck you.

So... that was a MONDAY night.... think about it.

More to come after the weekend.

peace.