ONE TO MANY

We've all been there... out at a club, dancing, singing, having a grand 'ol time when some random gets too close and personal. I was just hanging out, minding my own business and having a drink with a few friends when some big broad blind sides me with a heel to the face. Before I know whats going on I'm dripping wet. My straight hair instantly curls upon making contact with the vodka drink that managed to cover my entire person, including my black designer shoes. At this point I'm practically glued to the pleather couch where I was seated, the sticky drink serving as an adhesive between me and the couch. The big broad was sprawled across the floor, her head adjacent to the table corner. She had toppled over our couch after attempting some sort of dance move that required more dexterity then she obviously possessed. She fell from the makeshift stage area that connected two back to back couches. The so called area was apparently slick, as a smart girl would infer by the shiny surface, but she doesn't deserve that much credit. Even as she laid there, not moving, I couldn't help but hate her. Hate her for getting so drunk, hate her for creeping up in my personal space and hate her for ruining my makeup, shoes and night! Even after she was escorted out of the club and my drinks were comped, I hated her. I hated her for the sole reason that she was just another stupid drunk girl who managed to ruin my night after one too many drinks.