EPTI had such a good night, too. It was my best friend's birthday, and we were all going out celebrating it. We were chillin', bar hopping, having fun, ordering shots of tequila, going broke, etc.
Then...I dropped a huge fucking bomb. I won't say exactly what I said [EDIT apparently, I WILL say what I said... -____- /EDIT], but apparently, I took a joke too far...
...and I hurt the feelings of a very, very good friend of mine nearly to the point of her crying.
I am such a fucking asshole, I can't believe I did that. Seriously. And her of all people...who is such a sweetheart, and who has had my ass covered so many times before...
Fuck me.
We talked it out, and we're cool, but still. When you do something that bad, you just can't ever get past it yourself. The guilt lingers, no matter how may times they say they're over it, that they've forgiven you.
Man. What a buzzkill.
EDIT
ok, because everyone was interested, I'll write down what happened to the best of my memory...
We were at an Irish-style pub that had bands playing and shit, and somehow the group conversation turned twisted, and everyone was trying to get me and another dude to kiss and grab each others' nipples. In exchange, two of the girls would make out with tongue and grab each others' breasts.
In my drunken stupor, I was contemplating this very seriously, trying to decide if the one gay act could be canceled out by a superior lesbian one. Sad to say, once again in my drunken stupor, I was leaning towards doing it.
One of my other friends leaned in my ear and asked me if either of the girls would really do it. Because the bar was loud, I leaned back over and shouted in her ear, "I think GirlA is drunk enough to do it now, and dude...GirlB hooked up with another girl in MY BED one time...I'm sure she's good to go."
Unfortunately, the band decided at that moment to end their song, and so GirlB heard what I said, and became very hurt. It doesn't sound as bad now, but trust me, I felt REALLY bad and immediately regretted what I did. She ended up walking out of the bar on the pretense of smoking a cigarette. I followed her out on the pretense that I wanted one too, which is where we talked it out. All the girls that were with us kept beating me near constantly for the rest of the night.
Here's another fun story...later that night after we'd all bounced gone home, the birthday girl (my best friend type person) hit me up to talk about the night...and so we were talking (she was still half drunk), then she started talking about some drama with another girl (I swear to god, girls...) and all this shit...and I mean, even though she's my closest friend, I thought I'd play the pleasant guy and try to assuage her woes about the situation and perhaps try and mend the rift in their relationship...
So then she got mad and called me out, yelling over the phone that I'm some privileged doctor's son who never had to worry about money ever in his life before, that that is relevant, that I don't really know the problem girl since I've only known her three years as opposed to the seven she has, and that I'm probably still blinded by her looks and the crush I had on her more than a year ago.
Naturally, I got mad, so then snapped back something like, "Ok, if im that unreliable, why the fuck are you talking to me about this now? i dont know shit, obviously...I live a totally privileged life with no problems. Don't come knocking for someone to talk to if you're going to up and say he couldnt possibly understand what's on your mind."
Then she kind of got quiet...then I heard crying, and...I basically came to the conclusion that it was a fail day, having made two girls crying in one night. -_________-;;
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i hate it when something like that happens, i can go and think about it for weeks after. I really hate these guilt trips, i feel for you man. Im also really bad at handling stuff like that, its even ended a very close friendship for me becourse i just couldnt look him in the eye anymore :/
