On Saturday night, a going away party at a West Village bar served as sociological experiment to see what happens when too many groups of people who are loosely connected to one another are brought together and alcohol is involved. Things started out all dignified with dinner, but as more drinks were consumed, civil mealtime conversation quickly deteriorated into surly stupidity. I'll attempt to provide the overall feeling of the evening with the following montage (picture a dimly lit pub, paneled in dark wood but reasonably modern, with top 40 tunes blaring amid the bar patrons shouting to each other):
"What happened?"
"She hates me!"
"You owe me a drink!"
"Can I take you out some time?"
"Get him some water.."
"He's never making it home..."
"Do you think she's cute?"
"Anyone want a shot?"
"She's sooo not cute..."
"I'm sitting. My feet hurt."
"I can't believe she showed up!"
"I can't believe he didn't show up!"
"I can't believe he left!"
"I want to confront him!"
"I loooove this song!"
"Don't leave you're not the 3rd wheel."
"I'm too drunk. I need to go home.."
And scene. Okay, so the whole evening wasn't a complete soap opera - lots of laughs, fun group photos and catching up with old friends. But in every circle of inebriated acquaintances, there's always going to be something!
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