Going back

This weekend I was given the chance to go back to my college. It's changed a little bit, it's modernized, but it's basically the same. The bars have changed scenes, and I miss the bar that we all used to be able to chill in. What I don't miss (and this is a true sign that I've gotten old) are very drunk people.

There was a fairly large group of us ranging from 30-45 hanging out in the one area. There was a very drunk young lady who was stumbling around in heels. She ended up stumbling into one of the guys in our group and he shrugged it off and went to the bar, and she started chatting up one of the other guys (Who very well may be a 40 year old virgin). It was all harmless when this guy who also was drunk came over and grabbed her away and started yelling at us for stealing his girl.

He was obviously drunk and obnoxious. No one was stealing his girl. Hell, no one really wanted anything to do with her, she just wandered over to us. Later in the night, her boyfriend was off talking to some other girl, and the original drunk girl -- still drinking -- came back our way apparently. I say apparently because I had my back to her, talking to friends. Next thing I know I'm getting goosed. I turn around trying to figure out what the hell is going on and I see her there staring at me giggling. How come that never happened to me while I was in college?