jennieinchicago's Journal

Why I don't go out with the people I work with at the bar
Work sucked last night. It was dead so we got out early, and one of the servers, Rob, is always up in my business because he likes me, so I told him if he bought my drinks I'd go out with him and Tyler. I met up with them at some bar to watch Obama's speech, and then we went to Chicago and Rush where another server, Aaron works. We had a drink at his place and then went out on the street to celebrate. We met some strangers on the street and took some funny pics. Everyone was having a good time. Tyler went and bought a bottle of Remy and chugged it and that's when things took a turn. He threw the bottle and tried to start shit with the people we met on the street, then promptly got arrested. Rob and I convinced the cops to uncuff him and that we would take him straight home. We got in a cab and Tyler starts running his mouth. Rob gets pissed and tells him to cut it out, and Tyler hulks out and starts throwing punches, 3 of which land on my nose. Awesome. I tell the cab driver to let me out, Rob follows me apologizing profusely for Tyler's antics, and I'm just sitting there on a bench at Wacker and State about to cry. So ridiculous.
So my nose is swollen and hurts like hell, but I don't think it's broken. Thank god I don't work for a few days because if I had to see Tyler soon I'd fucking lose it.

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