so my girlfriend's business fraternity's yearly "scavenger hunt" was held tonight. she's rode the bus to campus, knowing her "Little" was going to be her DD (designated driver for you folks not down wid-it). so anyway, i'm tired, it's been a long week, i go to bed. 12am comes around, and i'm awakened by my phone. say **** it, and doze off. phone rings again. "can you come pick me up?" "huh, wha...huh?" "you know my Little, Tony, he just told me he's too drunk to drive. can you come pick me up?" "****. yeah. where are you?" "um, take a left, and you'll pass ____ (some apt. complex), and i'll be a couple blocks down." "uh.....what street?" "i'm off 35th" "east...west of guadalupe? how do i get there?" yadda yadda. i'm pretty pissed off. you know, grumpy 'cause i was woken up, annoyed at my g/f's Little 'cause the piece of **** can't not drink. so i go to pick her up, don't find her, call her, and ask where she is. i drove about 2 miles too far. she's still inside the apartment. what the ****? more annoyed. pick her up, she's appologizing. i say: "nobody else was sober there? you've been in the club for 4yrs, and there wasn't a single undergrad who was capable of driving you home?" "no...they were all drinking." "so are they all staying there, or what?" "no...they were all getting high." "uh.......ok." i am totally oblivious to the fact that she's drunk. we had some more conversation, and she never mentioned she had drank (she's not a heavy drinker. 3 beers will 'cause her to puke all over herself). more surprisingly, i didn't pick up on it. maybe my head was still foggy, i don't know. so we get to the apartment, i'm going up to our's, go inside, and realize she's not behind me. take off my coat, and go grab some mouthwash. she comes stumbling in. BAMMO! break out the "you don't care about me" talk in a drunken stupor. i'm like, "great...." she stumbles to her room, keeps telling me how i don't care about her and how i'd rather her drive home drunk and have an accident. then she gets on AIM and starts talking to one of her friends, Jen. next thing i know, Mandi's telling me she's going to Jen's for the night 'cause i don't care about her. thinking she's joking, i laugh. she wasn't. and she gets even more pissed. about that time is when she spits out that she had drank 4 beers. oh god. to be honest, i'm kind of glad she's leaving, 'cause now i don't have to hold her hair back (puking one of the few things i can't stand...like dh_girlie and spiders). so she just went downstairs to wait for Jen. i'm sure there's going to be a man-hating fest going on tonight. moral of the story: 1) if you're the DD, don't ****ing drink. or smoke the wacky tobaccy. 2) if your girlfriend is drunk, run and hide. but don't laugh. 3) build up a tolerance to alcohol. or don't drink.