Friday afternoon I get a text from Dr. K (aka the Roommate) informing me that she was being dragged to a company Christmas party by co-workers and might need a ride home as heavy drinking would probably be involved.
No problem. Although, I made the mistake of not asking where the party was. Word of advice, If your friend has requested a ride home before they go party, ALWAYS ask where said party is at before they get shit faced. Other wise you may experience the following phone conversation:
Dr K: I need a ride home.
Me: Okay, where are you at?
Dr. K: The bar
Me: …This is Las Vegas. There are over 100 bars in the city. Which particular bar are you at?
Dr. K: …Flamingo
Me: Flamingo the Casino, Flamingo the road or Flamingo the useless pink bird?
Dr. K: ….What?
Me: WHERE ARE YOU AT?!?
Dr. K: Don’t yell. …I already told you, I’m at the RoadRunner on Flamingo road. You need to listen better.
Me: …..Kay, I’ll work on that. Be there in in 15 mins.
I then received follow up texts every 2-3 minutes to check on my progress. When I finally made it to the bar, Dr. K had convinced herself that I now hated her and I had to listen apologize ALL THE WAY HOME.
I couldn’t have a roommate who is a “happy” drunk. Oh, no. I get the “apologetic” drunk.