I drove up to see my friend in Seattle this weekend. If I’m being specific she lives in Tacoma, but we got a room in Seattle for the night to enjoy drinking and good company. We haven’t been out drinking together since college and were ready to hit the ground chugging.
We arrived at the Edgewater hotel a little after eight to check-in, drop off our things, and locate our other friends. Our bags were full of alcohol in hopes of a pre-funk as we walked into a hotel that was obviously too fancy for our young selves. We got to our room that only consisted of one king size bed to be shared between four friends. Deciding not to worry about sleeping arrangements until the end of the night, we called our friends to see when they were coming and where they wanted to go to dinner. The short conversation with them told us we were on our own for dinner and would meet up with them on Capitol Hill afterwards. With no pre-funk in sight, we decided to chug a beer and head out for the night.
For dinner, we walked twenty minutes down the Seattle water front to a Red Robin. By the time we arrived, they were minutes from closing. With every other restaurant closing too, we decided to be those people that every waiter and waitress hates. The bartender didn’t seem to mind as the Mariners game was still going on TV, so we ordered, drank, and proceeded on our merry way.
Un-able to reach our friends and un-sure on where they wanted to meet, we stopped at the first tavern we found on Capitol Hill to grab drinks and wait. Understandibly, my friend started to get annoyed that they weren’t answering our calls. If I hadn’t come up for the weekend, she would’ve been waiting for them alone. We decided to continue the night without them and that they could just meet us where ever we ended up if they called back. Our plan was to get drunk and dance our asses off, but we weren’t familiar with the clubs of downtown Seattle. We settled on a place called the Q nightclub. I knew there would be dancing because we have a mock one based off it where I live. Similarly to the one in my city, it was un-eventful and disappointing for the price we had to pay. The music was all beat and no lyrics which made it hard to get into. After an hour of sad attempted dancing and only being hit on by gay guys, we decided to move our party closer to our hotel.
We ended up at a club called Trinity, which was more our pace for music and dancing. My friend was asked to dance by a guy on our way back from the bathroom and a guy asked me shortly after I started dancing next to my friend alone. Having some rando’s half chub rubbed against me wasn’t very appealing and threw off my groove. I decided to dance alone which proceeded with the guy trying to talk to me instead. Uninterested, I looked over to my friend for help only to find her being mauled by her guy. She didn’t look please at her current situation either so I asked if she wanted to get drinks. This is usually the easiest way to lose a guy on the dance floor but her guy followed us all the way to the bar. Creepily wrapping his arms around both of us, I made a disgusted face at some girls across the bar that had been looking. One of them looked concerned and mouth if I wanted her to come over there to which I nodded. She instantly disappeared and re-appeared next to us.
“Hey, can you back off my friends?” She nudged aggressively and huddled with us. GIRL CODE.
The guy didn’t really take the hint because he lingered while we bought our drinks. I found out they were out for a friends birthday so I bought them all drinks as well. We decided to join their party on the dance floor until closing time. After last call we were going to continue drinking with them at their car but we lost each other in the crowd. Unfortunately the creepy dude ended up finding us again as we were walking out of the bar. We saw him following us and darted back into the club. He followed us back in as well to which he stopped us and asked us if we were ready to get out of here. We said we had to find our friends and rushed back on to the dance floor, losing him as we circled around the bar and back outside again. This time we didn’t bother waiting out front and started running down the street. We thought our hotel was close enough to walk but ended up at the stadium instead to which we ran into another guy who seemed to be following us. He stopped us and asked us where the after party was going. We were just trying to go home but he was non-threatening so we talked to him for a while. We came to a drunk conclusion that we would keep partying with him and he could sleep on our hotel floor. His car was parked a couple blocks up in the opposite direction from where he had been walking (which is why I assumed he was following us). We got in his car and started heading towards our hotel. He was persistent on stopping and picking up more beer even though legally places aren’t allowed to sell alcohol after the bars close. He stopped at a local gas station while we waited in the car. We started to sober up and realized we didn’t want to keep drinking. Figuring we’d never see him again, we got out of the car and started running down the street. As we were running down different streets and around buildings we could hear a curious by stander scream at us .
“GIRLS RUNNING. WHY YOU RUNNING?”
I would be curious too if I saw two girls running down the street at two in the morning. We were able to find our way to the waterfront with no more interruptions from men. We had to stop for a passing train and made a pit stop at a fountain to jump in for a good snapchat. The security guard on patrol showed up moments after we had jumped out and tripped us out because we couldn’t figure where he came from. We made it back to the hotel around three and drunkenly ordered breakfast to be delivered in the morning. We didn’t have to worry about sleeping arrangements either because our other friends never called us back.
Awkward Appeal 