So...wow. This weekend was absolutely crazy but I can honestly say my date Friday was the worst date I have EVER been on.

Backstory: Met HB6 about a week ago at the local watering hole. She was new in town and a waitress but seemed interesting so I started chatting her up when she asked to bum a smoke. Given, I was pretty blitzed and barely remember talking to her that night but I must have made a great impression as I #-closed and imediately got a text from her.
So fast forward to Tuesday and I'm wondering a bit more about this girl who is messaging me a bit so I decide to meet her at the park. It seems she likes taking her dogs there to play and enjoys swinging. Now I get my first sober inspection of this girl. She's not the type I normally go after but at the very least, seems to be decent friend material. She's kinda hippyish, still loves the simple things (swinging, running around barefoot etc.) and seems like a lot of fun. We walk around a bit, play with the dogs and then go grab something to eat.
Well, that went pretty well.
Now to Friday. We had plans to go out a second time. I'm playing her up, pushing and pulling via text. The plan is to walk around downtown and check out all the nice little shops then head back to a party a friend of mine is having. I told her to dress up a bit (dress sexy ;) ) but was blown away by what she was wearing when we met up. Now before this date, I had only seen her in waitress outfits or out @ the park. I could tell she was nervous but wow what a train wreck. I, at first, just played it off to her possibly being nervous and completely botching it but the night went well as we walked around and enjoyed the shops. Then, the night just goes off the rails.

We stop by a little pool hall in the middle of the shops that's doing karaoke. We walk in, have a few drinks and then things start getting weird. She's flirting/kinoing pretty aggressively after the first beer or two even though she has stated in the past she has a rather high tolerance. (Strike one. Liar.) I back off, play the gentleman and finish up a game of pool. I suggest we move on to the party and she agrees.

Now as we're driving over (I was giving her a ride there from her car downtown) she starts telling me a few more things. She's been arrested, has a crazy history etc. (Strike two. Don't stick it in crazy.) I try to shrug it off but it's starting to bother me. I can tell nothing will happen here but want to at least try to enjoy the rest of the night.

We get to my friends house and instantly she changes. She went from slightly interesting hippyish chick to Trailer Park Prom Queen 2009 in the space of about 30 seconds. (Strike 3) I can honestly say I have never been more embarrassed in my life. We hang around for about an hour or so and have a few more drinks until it just gets out of hand. I'll spare the gory details as this is getting pretty long but between burping in a way that would put a 400 lb man to shame to telling horrendously bad jokes to commenting on how she'd take meth or coke over hard drugs anyway, I had to end this and end this quick. After the drug comment, I got up, went and apologized to the host for her behavior and then walked up behind her and just straight up told her we needed to leave. NOW. I think she knew she had fucked up but didn't say much as I dropped her back off.

I then proceeded back to the party, got drunk off my ass while being made fun of by all my friends and swore to never bring over a date until I knew her better again.

tl;dr = Took out a slightly interesting hippy who turned into the epitome of trashiness after a few beers. Embarrassed the shit outa me, told her to GTFO, proceeded to laugh about it and get to chalk up my first bad date ever.

Now onto the next one.