SIDE STORY FROM EDDIE’S PARTY
or
WHY HASN’T DAMON THREATENED TO BREAK UP WITH ME YET?

…Pray tell, have you ever tried Absolut’s new flavored vodka: GRAPEFRUIT?! Mixed with RUBY RED Grapefruit JUICE?!?

I HAVE!

And will you notice my couch-companion, Mr.Damon? Sleeping?  Yeah.
Not even passed-out drunk, either.  Just sleeping.  There are drunk people everywhere, and a fucking BAND playing ten feet away from him, and he is sleeping.  This was because we were about to leave, and I, of course, pulled the “after I finish this drink” card (all the while refilling my cup when he wasn’t looking).

“You can stay as long as you want,” he told me, undoubtedly resisting the urge to strike me.  “But I have to work at seven in the morning.  I’m sleeping.”

Any self-respecting, unselfish girlfriend’s response: “No, baby.  Let’s go home so you can sleep.”
Jenn’s Response:

Half a fifth later, I participated in a FANTASTIC group sing-a-long before heading home.  I was feisty, so much so that I started a fight, which, from what I remember, went kinda like this:

“..Damon?”

“What?”

“FUCK YOU, THAT’S WHAT.”

“…zzzzzzz….”