Don't Steal Beer to Impress Boys

This story is somewhat embarrasing, but it's funny and I was thinking about it today so I thought I'd write it down.

Before I left for my cruise, I played wingman to my friend K. one night. She needed to see if this guy liked her, and if he did not, she was going to give the ultimatum about seeing her again. I understand that full well, so I went along for support. On the way, we stopped to get a guy I had been talking to for a week or so...he didn't like where he was at and wanted to check out the party we were going to.

Previous to this point in the night tho, my night was as follows:

1.) Gin Mill from 6:30-8:15 - One pitcher of beer drank.
2.) Dinner at Ninja from 8:15 - 10:00 - Two very strong mojitos drank.
3.) Cellar Bar - 11:00 - 2:30 - Three or four vodka sprites. Can't remember.

I believe K. had a similar amount of alcohol in her system, thus her lack of fear to lay it all on the line.

The theme of the party was Heaven and Hell, whereas the upstairs apartment was Heaven and the downstairs apartment was Hell. Heaven turned out to be boring, so we went down to Hell to see what was up there. When we got there, in my drunken state, I noticed that they had no less than 40 24-cases of budlight stacked up. When I was in college, I developed a slight (very slight!) compulsion to steal things of no consequence. I one time walked out of a club with a candelabra (candles stuffed in purse) and took a picture with it on the street. It now sits in my house in Boca. Another time, tired of waiting in line for the girl's bathroom, I walked into the storage area of the club, stole several bottles of cheap wine, and then passed them out on stage at the club, keeping one for myself and drinking it in full view of everyone. No one even noticed. The only time there was a consequence was when I was visiting my friend at FSU and we went to a party. The host was really rude to me when he found out that I went to UF, so I did a keg stand and then went into his bathroom and stole every single one of his toiletries. I'm talking cleaned out his bathroom. Then I spraypainted UF RULES on his bathroom mirror with his shaving cream and buried the remaining toiletries in a dark corner of his backyard. A week later, I told my friend that I did this and she was mad at me b/c apparently the kid went on a rampage when he found out what this mystery person did. A year later, we were back at the same house when my friend tells the kid that it was me who committed the crime a year before(I was standing oblivious in the corner at the time) and he runs up and threatens to kick my ass. I told him I had no idea what he was talking about and made a quick exit.

So anyways, here we are in Hell and for some reason, I get the strongest urge to steal one of the cases of beer. K thinks this is hilarious and tells me to do it. The guy I'm talking to says put it down. I tell him no and go to walk out the door. He then tells me someone saw me walk over and grab it and that if I don't put it down, he is going to have to fight the kid, and that he doesn't even know me and I shouldn't put him in that position. I told him I'd kick that kid's ass. He says no I cannot. I say yes I can. He says put the beer down. I relent, but sadly.

We then leave and he yells at me. I tell him he can't yell at me, he doesn't even know me. We both say we are sorry.

I haven't heard from him since haha. The moral of the story, do not steal beer to impress people, or even for your own amusement. Apparently, this does not go over well.