April 2, 2012
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Drunk (semi) Confessions
My weekend was quite eventful, not that I went out every night (I did, but that’s not the point here). Just a plethora of ridiculous stories spawned from this weekend. Two of them revolved around guys.
For a bit of background for the first story, I’m president of the VSA at NYU, and have been trying to get more members to come out to our meetings, especially with our huge charity event this Saturday. There is this one fob who comes out to the meetings every once in a while, and he told me that there are tons of Vietnamese people at NYU who don’t come out to the meetings. Assuming that he’s friends with them, I tell him to introduce me, and he said he would. He’s been inviting me out to hang out with his friends for the past couple weeks now, but I’ve been too busy to hang out with him until this past weekend. We head over to Oh! Taisho and order what everyone orders: skewers, sake, and beer. I’m unsure of why I didn’t get drunk at all (it might have been my two dinners that night) but everyone proceeded to get absolutely trashed. After dinner, I was planning on heading over to a party with my friend, Timmy, who lives right down the street. This guy offers to walk me, and along the way, I start to realize that he invited me out not only so I could meet his friends. First, it started hailing so he put his arm over my head to protect me from the ice. Next, he started to apologize for his inebriated self. Lastly, his inebriated self started saying things like “Do you know why I invited you out tonight?” and “I have something to tell you.” I answered with, “Hrm?” each time, but he being too drunk never followed through on his thoughts. We get to my friend’s place, and I’m buzzing for him. His roommate answers through the intercom, and I ask for Timmy. Upon hearing I was asking for a guy, he immediately stormed off without a word.
First thing on my mind: “Fuck, there goes my connections.” To keep this bridge unburned, I planned on texting him the next morning and thanking him for the night out, pretending all of that didn’t happen, but he beat me to it. He texted me in the morning, apologizing for how drunk he got, and I assume he didn’t know what happened the night before because he just commented on my wall saying, “memories came back
deeply sorry” .___.” Now we both have to acknowledge that it happened… It would’ve been better to keep it to himself.The other story involved me being an attention whore and need not to be told.
And if anyone is in the city this Saturday:
I’m MC’ing and modelling!
Comments (13)
Interesting story. but to be fair, that’s the risk you play when you didn’t get a full story on the girl. of course, you story is that you and timmy are friends, but you get my point.
if I go, will somebody make me a sammich?
@BaLob - i am actually offering sandwiches to attendees, no joke. but why would you want a sandwich when there is buffet style viet food??
This is hilarious. I think he’s an idiot for trying to use alcohol to try and talk to you. Epic Phail. I guess this was a confidence booster for you.
Man, you’re both using each other! So BAD!!!!!!!!!! haha this could only end in an epic fail!You dont want him and his friends to shun you! I would have asked to meet other viet girls, then friend them! Then you can cut him out. Guys will always go where the girls are!Good luck with your charity event!
looks dope, can bring fran?
@mrqtran - yep!! bring alllllll your friends!
deing drunk makes you say and do stupid things that you later regret (well most of the time)… LOL at least he was man enough to apologize.
hmmm, the president of an organization calling someone a fob……should people take offense?
@fob - hahaha
@fob - is fob offensive? i always thought it was pretty mild and nonoffensive.
@eatdrinkandbemaryy - it’s not exactly a neutral term. i just think the head of an asian student association shouldn’t be using it. Or maybe it’s just me.http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=F.O.B.
I get this feeling that even if you went with him to meet his friends, they probably still wouldn’t have joined, from the VSA experiences that I’m seen in the past. It’s either because they are honestly busy with sides jobs and such while going to school or they never had the interest in going at all unless it somehow became a place for their clique to go to and run indirectly run the show (and when they feel their opinions are pushed aside, they’ll probably have some that are out of line regarding what the association can accomplish, they leave). So yeah, basically saying, you’re too pretty for your own good. I wouldn’t be surprise if there’s an attempted repeat of this happening again to you.