Last night, I brought my three friends (see halloween post) along with me to the premiere of our film. When they got in the car I noticed they were all pretty trashed. "Great!" I thought, "This is going to be fucked up." I'm not going to lie, I was worried that they were going to embarrass me, or seem annoying to my film club buddies.
Honestly, I had nothing to worry about. Film club boys all loved them.
After we won we decided to take all our prize money and buy shit tons of alcohol. We were on a mission to get wasted in celebration!
So we go to our trusty director's house.
I had 4 1/2 shots of Sambouka (I have no clue how to spell it), 2 shots of burnettes, a couple beers, and a mixed drink of captain and cider. So, as I'm sure you can guess, at the time I didn't fully appreciate how awesome my friends are at talking me up to, we'll call him, FA.
Apparently they told him, "So many guys like EB" "She turns them all down, though" "The guy she likes now is so so hot."
Who would have thought that would make FA interested? I didn't. Apparently it did. His response was, "Oh, really?! Who is this guy. What's his name?!"
This altimately ended in a hallway-makeout session, in front of pretty much all of film club.
Way to go Wing-Girls.
I love my life.
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