So last night since my friends bailed on me I would try my hand at the solo game. Fuck them I don't need em to have fun, I think. I've never been out alone and it scares the shit out of me. Because of this, I wuss out and decide to get a bit tipsy before heading out. Ok fine, let's be real here. I drink enough that I'm somewhat drunk but definitely still coherent. After all, I am writing this and do remember the night. After getting dressed to impress I head out to the train to take me into town.

My friends and I had originally planned on going to this revamped club that was having some sort of bikini contest. Sounded excellent at the time but when I arrive its DEAD AS FUCK. All they have is hired guns doin their dancing on the pole shit and DUDES everywhere! I start my warm up by chatting up the staff and just seeing how they're doing since the last place closed. Apparently the owner couldn't pay rent, but I'm thinking more along the lines that this place just sucks. I ask for the most potent drink available and get served a grateful dead. I've never heard of it but according to drinksmixer.com the stuff has 4 shots and a liqueur, sort of the same idea as a long island iced tea. Sadly, this is Utah and they can't make the real deal. Pounded that drink like a boss and decided to hit up a different bar.

I ended up at a bar I have visited a few times and it's usually pretty crowded. Might be just that the damn thing is a long ass 10 foot wide hallway. Seriously, you get in there and unless your sitting at the bar or the small tables, your rubbin elbows with at least 3 other people. The moment I walk in I see an old friend who recently moved to Vegas. Awesome! Strangely I always run into this kid in different places but I'm just glad I now have a friend to fall back on just in case. We catch up a bit and I meet n greet his other friends and their group. One kid in particular, Miles, knew a bunch of ladies that were there. Definitely befriended him in a heartbeat.

I go off to take a piss and while waiting in line a HB7 comes up next to me and immediately starts conversation. Not sure of the exact exchange of words but we introduce ourselves and are just shootin the shit. Right now I'm working on being more social and remembering names. The facility we are waiting for is a one stall unisex bathroom and I bust her chops on using it instead of the ladies room up front. I finish up pissing, get around the corner and open the first set I see. It's a two set with a guy and a new HB7. Again, my goal is to break down my fear of talking to strangers so we just bullshit around. This lasted quite a while, I'm proud that I was able to keep the conversation going for as long as I did. The interaction lasted at least a good 20 minutes.

I then move along slowly making my way back to my new friends and see some kid sitting there being bored. I open him up and find that he's just moved here from Wyoming. While this city does suck at least it's not as bad as fucking Wyoming, that place is the worst. The only thing I like about Wyoming is fireworks, kegs, and big bottles of everclear. So this guy is pre celebrating a wedding that will take place in Vegas. I just got back from an awesome Vegas trip myself about a month ago so we discuss those details. One of his lady friends comes up and I am introduced to her. HB8, not bad at all. After a brief exchange of words it's time to refill my pint. He is getting one as well and offers to buy me one. Awesome, I got a stranger to buy me a drink. Sadly I was drunk and stupid and didn't end up returning the favor to this guy. After we got our drinks my friends bumped into me and wanted to hang some brain.

So here we are crowded up against the bar when I start to scout around. I look to my left and see a HB9 sitting at a table being bored. She looks me in the eye and after a brief hold of contact I smile. She smiles back. I turn back to my friends for a moment and turn to look back at her again. She immediately looks and her eyes light up with a cheeser on her face. I move towards her and say hi. I talk with her a while and remember from previous encounters that its a good idea to become accepted into her social circle. So I go around and meet the other 2 guys and 2 girls in her group. I chat up 2 of them for a bit then decide to return to HB9. She thinks she knows me from somewhere. Strangely, girls will say they know me from somewhere and that I look familiar, but I've never seen them in my life. Could just be an IOI, I guess. One of the guys there did not like me at all. After a while of talking with HB9 it sort of just cooled off. May have been because of this one guy in particular but I do not know.

The place is well on its way to shutting down. We all go out up front and I'm talking to Miles and the 3 ladies that are hanging out with us when this hobo starts creepin up on us. He's right behind me with a banjo and a dirty PBR ballcap. For whatever reason I decide to chat with this feller for a bit. My friends take off and are nowhere to be seen. Fuck. I'm pretty drunk at this point and have no rationale whatsoever. I even attempted to jump in a cab with a bunch of strangers. Don't ask me why. It's closing time for all venues in this city so after a quick stop at a ritzy hotel and taking a piss I decide it's a good idea to go to the club.

This club usually has a lot of people hanging out around front. I think I'm going to get there and hang out with these people. There is nobody there except crackheads around the corner. I then think it's a good idea to get some weed. I have only ever smoked all but four times in my life and am not a chronic smoker in the least. I ask these crackheads to get me some weed and prostitutes. They find some dealer and buy some fucking crack! I was a bit worried the cops would see this shit and I would get into trouble for simply being there, yet I stayed around for a while longer. Upon asking this old cracky for a whore he propositions me a blowjob. Although a BJ from someone with no teeth would be just lovely, I decline. They start to load up their pipe and that's my que to leave. I don't fuck around with hardcore shit and don't even wanna be around the smoke.

I take a cab ride home and begin the late night harassment of my roomies. I wanted to drink some more but they stop selling beer at 1 am and the liquor stores close at 10 pm. Dam you Utah laws. I tried to buy one beer from a roommate for two dollars. He would not accept. Then I remember I have a shot of everclear left. Mix that with a bit of fruit punch and were on our way. My roomy is playing some video game so I leave and decide it's best to just sleep.

Key points

  • I can talk to strangers no problem! It's a lot easier than I thought.

  • Soloing alone isn't so bad after all. When friends are with you sometimes they can get in the way and be annoying.

tldr Went out solo for the first time. Got a bit pre drunk. Opened a lot of sets. Almost got a BJ from a crackhead.