This past weekend I went up to RIT to visit some friends. While there we decided to find something interesting to do. After wandering around Perkins and finding absolutely nothing we decided to go to our old stomping grounds at the dorms. There we met two women who were slightly inebriated. This allowed for quite the interesting conversations. You might stop and say, "Nussy, how do you know, without a shadow of a doubt that these women were drunk?". Aside from the obvious (they mentioned drinking several times) they told us that we were "cute". If you knew what "we" (Brian, Jim, and myself) looked like you would know that this was either a bold faced lie or the effects of alcohol impairing ones judgment (Ed. Note: Don't drink alcohol, kids). The one kept resting her head on my shoulder as well, a dead giveaway that alcohol has clouded her brain.
After chatting for about 20 minutes Brian and Jim escaped inside to "take a leak", and they never came back. So eventually after running out of things to talk about I made my escape to see what was taking them so goddamn long. Apparently they decided it was a good idea to "leave Nussy to his own devices" and they were disappointed I had left the women out there and not gone with them to where ever it is they sleep. What they forgot however was what "leaving Nussy to his own devices" really meant.
The moral of this story is, don't leave Nussy alone if you want him to do something right. You must feed him advice and constantly remind him to focus on the matter at hand.
As an aside, the next day we saw the one girl, obviously sobered up by now, enjoying a meal at the local diner. Needless to say she didn't recognize us.