This is the story of how much I love Roommate. She went out with LaserBoy for coffee, it wasn't great, he didn't have enough to cover her coffee (didn't offer - she hadn't expected him to pay so it was "okay"), nor did he have enough to leave tip for their waitress. Roommate, who I dearly love, complained about him for a good...evening after the date. We had a few drinks, sat on the porch and smoked and made fun of him. It was hilarious. Less than a week later she invited him over for dinner, as friends.
We made him the same meal we made for DDM. It was delicious. LB was more interesting, could tell stories and he like the enchiladas. WIN. He also drank. A LOT. We started with martinis. I love them, as does Roommate, still we know that one should drink responsibly. LB finished, ask for another drink, asked what liquors we had (drank a ton of rum or whiskey...maybe just some of each), then finished our beer (at least 4 beers). As I watched him literally finish multiple bottles of our alcohol I noticed he was annoying.
He once went home with a stranger he met on the metro to try drugs and followed him to the roof where he (the stranger) talked about murder.
Roommate and I grew up in/near Gettysburg respectively. We had funny ghost stories that we were swapping and some from our friend. It was a light and funny conversation about ghosts in areas where we lived. LB decided to tell the story of a failed haunted house, when questioned where the haunted house was he simple stated, "Prague" and burped.
LB burped. All through dinner, after dinner, while he was drinking our alcohol, and while he was smoking Roommate's cigarettes. He also was one of those white kids who comes from extreme privilege, bragging about where he's been, what he's done but somehow still managed the whole, 'woe is me' thing.
It wasn't until LB decided to tell us about a movie his friend made. 18mm film. Lit entirely, get this, by lasers. The movie is follows the path of the bullet through a guy's brain. He's been murdered and it follows the bullet through various parts of the brain. I wanted to die. This guy took hipster to a professional level. I couldn't handle it.
Throughout the night I had been reminding Roommate that I had to be at my weekend job at 8am, was she sure she could drop me off? LB stated he had to be on the metro by 2am. We gaped. SERIOUSLY. Finally, around 10 I told my roommate I was going to bed, but asked to leave my dog out with them because...she needed that space, really it was to keep LB from trying something, Dog doesn't like it when boys get upon me or Roommate.
About 2 hours later I heard the door close and I sprinted out. I was starving and there was delicious food in the fridge. Roommate came back 15minutes later to find me eating on the couch with drinks made and cigarettes ready. We had a grand time making fun of the burping, bragging, hipster.
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