EPTGuilt prompts me to write this as I feel, as I’m literally the only person who didn’t get screwed in any of the various shapes or forms of our little group this evening.
I’ve had jaw surgery about a month ago, so my diet has been confined to liquids, my job prospects as a result of the consequence of losing my speech for the recovery period of this surgery have been none until I recently gained the ability to speak once more.
Tonight, nearly a month after said surgery was my first night out. A friend of mine from the sc community invited me out for a night out downtown; skipping over the dramas and the things that have occurred this evening I am left with a sense of guilt.
I hate not pulling my weight, this evening a pair of gentlemen who have a penchant for throwing the monies around had to deal with a situation that came up, and having chipped in what I had to cover myself I was sad that I couldn’t help contribute like they could. I absolutely abhor having others pay for drinks. I hate how I am unable to reciprocate the kindness and generosity that was demonstrated by certain individuals this evening and on other nights. These men are true Ballers and I’d like to thank them for a fun night out.
I had a walk from crowfoot and down stony to lament the abrupt end to the evening and the opportunity to thank certain individuals who time and time again make this community great, and get me really drunk too.
I hope all involved come out of this for the better, that the generous win the lottery, those sick find themselves without a hangover, those who demonstrated kindness are reciprocated in turn, and that those whose relationship came into doubt come out stronger then ever.
Chill and Bitters Thank you for the night out, and I still owe you guys drinks TT.
PS. Stop fucking ditching, you know who you are.
PPS. And fucking stop stalking people too its not cool yo.
