How was the Party?

Just a random story from the party. I found it funny : P

Saturday I went to a party/encounter of the graduates from the Gamedesign… hum… I don’t know how to translate it, but it was from College, so I knew everyone there.

So, your friend Stalker got drunk after drinking caipirinhas for hours. More or less at 3PM he sat down and slept in a couch (the party was at a friend’s home).

Some minutes later, I woke really cold and though “well, I guess that’s it” and decided to leave. Since I live 50 meters from my friend, I was going to walk to my house.

But you see, I planned on letting a friend sleep in my house with me so I had to find him before leaving. Well, I found him sitting alone outside of the house, in the dark cold night.

St: “Huh. What the hell are you doing there? We are leaving, alright?”

G: “Fine…”

S: “What happened?”

G: …

Well, in these minutes that I slept (because, why not) it seems like hell broke loose. After I talked with him outside but before we actually left, I only saw him talking with some people, arguing with the host’s girlfriend, the host talking some shit, him too… and I was unable to say anything really relevant because I didn’t know why the hell they were fighting.

As we walked to my house, he started telling me what happened.

It seems like Bolsaman (other Stalker’s friend) used the toilet before Gyman(the friend who told Stalker the story and was involved in the argument) and left it smelling like shit. Gyman, like a good old drunk felt the need to hunt him down in the party to tell him “Hey bro, what a smelly shit you made!”.

…

Truth to be told, we three are really good friends and Bolsaman is so chill, so I doubt he would say anything other than “Really? Whatever man”.

But you see, what ACTUALLY happened was that when Gyman found him, he was talking with the host’s girlfriend and Xgirl (the only girl who was there because she was a friend of the host’s girlfriend, not a colleague from us) and he interrupted them(lol) saying something like “Hey Bolsaman, when you shit you leave a ridiculous stench!”

Well, before poor Bolsaman could say anything , things escalated more or less like this:

Xgirl: “You are so inconvenient! You always have to be the center of the attentions!”

Gyman: “Excuse me?”

Xgirl: “You always have to be the center of the room, don’t you?”

Bolsaman: “Maybe we should cal-“

Gyman: “I am sorry, I don’t remember you. Which class from the Gamedesign were you at again?” (hahahaha)

Host Girlfriend: “I invited her! So what?”

Gyman: “Why the hell is “this girl” business what I-“

Host Girlfriend: “AND she is getting her (it translates as a degree before PHD… mastership perhaps?) since you are the type of person who cares about rank.

Gyman: “Who do you think you are to tell what I value? Do I know you? You are the GIRLFRIEND of my friend, that’s all.”

Gyman: “Also, my best friend is a graduate who makes porn games online!” (geez)

…

So from there on out everything went downhill. He got upset and sat alone outside the house. Afterwards the host(our friend) stepped in and told him that “Yes, what can I say, you want attention”, which is something you don’t say to your friends, principally in the front of everybody. I will have to re-evaluate if I am going there again now, but either way, Gyman got hurt from all that.

“Very nice story but where do you want to go with that?”

Well, there was something that didn’t sit well with me. The way the “thing” progressed kind of didn’t make sense… So after a lot of thinking, in the next day I called Gyman(because he slept here in my house) to share my theory.

Stalker: “I just don’t think it makes sense.”

Gyman: “Of course it does. She was hitting on Bolsaman, she wanted to sleep with him or so was I told and I almost fucked his/her game.”

Stalker: “Sure but… even so…”

Gyman: “Okay, tell me what you are thinking.”

Stalker: "Imagine that I am a stranger in a party with a lot of strange people who apparently know each other. Then some random retard, you, comes running telling shit like “hey man, you let a strong smell on the bathroom!!”

Gyman: “Sure, but I have enough intimacy with him to make these jokes”.

Stalker: “Yeah, and the person, myself in my example, knows that.”

Gyman: “…”

Stalker: “Speaking for myself in her case, I would probably turn my eyes up and wait for you to finish and leave. I would not confront you about it…”

Gyman: “That’s what I said, she-”

Stalker: “UNLESS, being silent is more inconvenient for me.”

Gyman: “…what?”

Stalker: “In what context being silent is more harmful to me… Let’s see…”

Stalker: “You are stranger, you don’t know anyone, the guys are friends and you are a woman, who I can say trying to not be misogynist, are less confrontational than man. Ignoring all that, you meddle and start a fight? Why?”

Gyman: “…”

Stalker: “Because she was the one that shitted on the bathroom! Not Bolsaman!”

Gyman: “Oh.”

Stalker: “Ha haha haha!!”

Stalker: “You went to some stranger girl who was chatting on our friend and said that that her shit “smells”! HA haha haha!!!”

Anyway, I kind of feel sympathetic to the girl now. Gyman was such a moron.

PS: Confirmed the story with Bolsaman. He was going to say “I only pissed…” Ha haha hahaa.