Dinner with friends: Descent to drinking

So where exactly do you stay in that suburb, I live around the same area...and how's your roommate, you stay with him only no?
I live a little far out.. but it's not that isolated. In fact, the roommate and I saw you the other day..
Where?
On that road
Why didn't you say hi?
We were in a bus so...
*sheesh
I know, I didn't see you actually but roommate did and he was like, "Isn't that her?" and then I looked and it was indeed you and I was like, (*crackle)"Copy that, roommate. Visual ID matches profile of Name, Your"(*more crackle)
......(*crickets chirping)
It seemed funny at that time. We were laughing and people in the bus were looking at us and then roommate said, "We should have waved", and I said (*crackle)"Copy that,(*closing crackle) yeah we should've. So many things in life I regret not having done" and then he was like "Yeah, man. I'm paying shit loads for that sexy class that I never fucking go for" and then we just kinda sad for a while till we saw the bar and suddenly we just knew what we had to do to be happy and then we bought some shit we needed to get and then drank like mad and then went home and ate. But after a while it got boring so we went back to the bar and drank a lot more. (*Dual purpose pause: reflective and to catch breath) I now have a bad feeling about how I have so many stories of what I did which start with different stuff and all end up with me drinking a lot.
Err, urm.. yeah. I think I should leave now.
Oh..ok, bye. Waiter, drinks menu please.


I like imagining stories which are about one man's journey of self destruction.