My lady friend Rachel called me and told me to come to the Missoula Club. So, I go there only to find that she's beliggerent and could barely stand up. So, I had to drunksit for a bit, then she's like "What do I look like, a lesbian? Kiss me!" After all that kinda stuff happened, I had to walk her to the little girls' room and stood out there for about ten minutes listening to her puke; man, it sounded like she was going to die. Anywho, after she's done, I'm walking her back to her barstool so she could get her coat because she wanted to go home and this one dude came up and tried to start shit with me because "she came with him." In the midst of the argument, this one random dude went and made him leave. I talked to the dude and, come to find out, he's a member of Charlie Co. here in Missoula and found out who I was from John the bartender. Apparantly my exploits aren't only known in Great Falls (Bravo Co.). It's always nice to know that sometimes someone might randomly help you out just because you were in the military.
Anywho, I took her keys from her and gave her a ride home in my vehicle. Chilled with a buddy for a minute. After I left his place, Rachel apparantly woke up and forgot that I gave her a ride home, so she called and yelled at me and told me to go back to her house (plus, I still had her keys). So, I went back there and had to explain what happened and ended up crashing there.
Drunksitting sucks.