"Hit me square in the face if you want to party."

As tempted as I was, I didn't hit Mr. Druggy square in the face as he had asked me to do. But first let me explain the situation. So I am sitting at the Rail watching the game with Chris in a booth, it's about 7:00 p.m. and every single person in that bar was far too drunk for their own good. Except for me. The moment I reached what I thought might have been drunk I got a terrible headache and that feeling where you might puke at any second, it was awful. But anyway, I'm sitting in the booth sandwiched between Chris and Richard, if anyone goes to the Rail you know Richard. You also know that when Dick gets too drunk, he gets touchy and turns into Chester the Molester,but that is really beside the point right now. So all of the sudden this man from behind me taps me on my shoulder,
"Hit me square in the face if you want to party."
I'm shocked. There are just so many comebacks I could say to such a thing, so many that I just sit there unable to say one at all. Chris jumps in and politely says,
"No, my girlfriend is not going to hit you."
This situation was either going to get really bad, or really badder I assumed. But instead the man just says,
"Sorry dude. I just meant do you guys want some blow, some coke, you wanna go snort the white lady?"
Once again, I'm just in utter disbelief. Is he for real? Is there a camera somewhere filming this whole crazy scene?
"No, man,we're good."
Chris is so polite.
"Alright, my bad. Sorry, sorry, sorry. This is why you shouldn't do coke. I'm sorry, this is bad, I'm sorry." And then he rips of his shirt and starts pounding his fists on the wall.
I continue to stare. I just thought coke made you skinny, I had no idea of the other side affects such as the ones that had just been displayed in front of me. I assumed he was going to get kicked out, I had seen others get kicked out for doing much less stupid shit. But instead, no one really said much to him. Apparently, Mr. Druggy is kinda of a well known Omaha bar owner, I won't mention the bar he owns, but I have been there and I am sure you have, as well. That's all I'm saying about that.
So yesterday being my first husker game technically out of college I reminisced about the first husker game days through out my college years. Freshman year I was so drunk I cried when the defense came out of the tunnel because it reminded me of playing defense for the Lady Panther basketball team..Lets see sophomore year I had a little too much fun before the game and never made it, I think it might have even been a 1 o'clock start which makes the story even more pathetic. Junior year I believe I stumbled in alone and made my way onto the field to walk around the sidelines with my new friend for the day the hog dog man, shooting hot dogs into the stands. And senior year Kim and I rode a mechanical bull, and once again, I entered the stadium all by lonesome. Oh memories, especially memories you can't really remember.