One Playboy bunny (me) plus one Hugh Hefner (the guy), plus four Jager shots and three beers each, minus one cellphone battery, minus Hugh Hefner, plus a double shot of 151 equals...
...dealing with a beligerent drunk in pajamas and bunny slippers, thinking I purposely left him at the bar when in fact he left me sitting at a table until the bar closed and I couldn't find him anywhere.
The (incoherent and delirious ) ramblings on my phone I retrieved the next day...
12:19am... Hey...it's me...wherrrrreeee you aaaattt?
12:24am... Wherrre the fuck you at?? I'm fuckin' lost and I don't...even wanna talk to you...cccall me back you fuckin'...what tha fuck.
12:30am... Hey, youuu know what...thisss is fucked up and I'm sittin out here at Bennigan's and I don't know where my truck'ssss at and I can't find you and you know what, fuck you and jussss...where the fuck you at...fuck you.
12:38am... Yea...wherrrre the fuck you at bitch?!
2:03am... Fuck you bitch. I'm fuckin'...I'm sssstill fuckin' at Bennigan's and pick my assssss up and you didn't call me and don't even know where I'm atttt and you don't even give a shitttt. Fuck you.
Note: He felt really bad and didn't remember from midnight on. I found him wandering around the bank next door to Bennigan's. We still haven't figured out what happened and how we got separated for two hours.
Lesson learned: make sure your cellphone is fully charged and in working order for a drunken night in the event you get separated from your peeps.
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