Tonight started off shitty. I've been fighting a cold for the past week due to the below zero Chicago weather. Let's just say I sound like a mix of Kermit the frog and Peter Griffin from Family Guy.
Started off by picking up wingman Bob, from work. We initially had plans to go see a live band perform at a local bar. However, upon arrival we noticed the place was standing room only and full of a bunch of old farts (35+ crowd). We said fuck it, and walked down the street to a local restaurant/bar and got some quesadillas. Opened up the waitress and convinced her to pull some strings in the kitchen and get us some food (kitchen closed 1/2 hour prior to our arrival). There we met up with fat Joe, who suggested we head over to a local bar/club.
I walked in with the biggest fuckin grin on my face ever. Just smiled at everybody and pretended we were having an awesome time. Unfortunatly, I got stuck in fat Joe's group of fat friends for awhile and before I knew it, it was almost closin time. Our waitress was kinda cute, and was currently folding napkins a couple tables down. "Fuck it, I'm getting her number" shot through my head. Convo went like this to the best of my memory.
Me: "Sorry to bother you guys, but since you guys work here, I need your help in settling an arguement"
3 waitresses folding napkins: "Sure whats up?"
Me: "My buddies over there (points to our table) were having an arguement over whether that fireplace is real"
Waitress #1: "Oh yea, it's totally real, don't stick your hand in there otherwise you might get burnt"
Me: "Haha, good advice! I'll try to remember that one, so how'd you guys get stuck folding napkins anyways?"
They BS about it for a lil bit then grab their respective stacks and disappear leaving me with my "target"
I let her bitch about how work sucks some more, then steal her glasses. I'm playing around with her for awhile, finally give her the glasses back. At this point I find out she's an aspiring ballerina and pull the old show me a move on her. I asked for her hand and spin her around into the seat next to me. After talking to her some more, I give her a hand loading up the rest of the folded napkins. As she's about to leave, I'm thinking in my head it's do or die!.
Me: So I know you get this all the time, being a waitress and all, but you seem like a really down to earth person and I was wondering if I could get your number.
Jenny: I really don't give it out, but how bout you give me yours and I'll text you.
Me: Considering you don't even have your phone with you I call BS
So I hand her my phone.
Me: Put your number in, I promise I won't stalk you or anything. I'll just send you some random crazy txt messages some time.
She puts it in and scurries away with the napkins.
I got back to the group and declare that it's time to go. I grab wingman Bob and start heading out but bump into Jenny right before the exit. I smile and say I'll cya later, give her a hug goodnite and take off without looking back.
Get in the car and start heading home but halfway there, Bob and I decide the night is still young, we pop a U turn and head back to a different bar, where we meet to HB8s. I'm ready to pass out and I'll continue this one in the morning.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

