Drugs, Hugs, and cruising at 2 AM

At 11 PM, when I am usually getting ready to go to sleep, I drive on up to the u-district to meet a girl who had only started talking to me the night before.  However, my phone is dying and I honestly have no freaking clue where I am, so I get to look like an idiot by calling her four times and wondering where I'm supposed to be.  I finally park, and continue to text/call her a few more times because my phone is dying on me.  Now, with a dead phone and no clue where I am I stand on the street corner like a hooker near a naval base wondering where the next trick will come from, and trust me it is not fun.  After what felt like half an hour, but was really only 5 minutes, a larger girl and a smaller girl who was smoking finally came out to greet me.  We sat there talking about random stuff and living in the u-district while the friend sized me up and decided I was allowed to come in.  So we walk up a few rickety flights of stairs and into a studio apartment that is about the size of my room with a bathroom attached.  With no seating I lie on my back on the floor and begin to hear the friend (the skinny smoker) yammer away about all the different things she has said/done to people while on drugs, and I'm not talking about weed.  I couldn't even get a word in if I tried, her mouth ran like air conditioning in Arizona and her laugh was some terrible mix of Fran's (from the Nanny) and the squeal of a pig.  I'm sure it didn't help that she was completely wasted when we first went into the apartment and had only been drinking more.  The night got interesting when another one of their friends came to hang out with us, he was a hipster guy who I got along with surprisingly well, maybe because he was the only one making an effort to talk to me.  However, my introduction to him was him thinking it makes him cool to "Ironically" like a band, and being completely serious.  I forgave him, but then he said the south was a cool place with a lot of dignity, and that people in other parts of the country who lived in similar areas were pathetic, so I had to put him in his place.  It wasn't so much of a discussion as a one sided slaughter, I hope I changed his point of view.  Anyways, with the drunk druggy beginning to retake over the conversation, and even interrupted me and the friend in our conversation so it was time to move on.  Fortunatley, they were going out for a smoke so it was a good time to follow them out and go home.  The girl I was originally there to meet asked for a ride home so I decided it would be a good time to exchange more then two words with her.

The car ride home was the best part of the night, it is just a shame it happened at 2 in the morning.  We talked about our lives and I had to ask her about all the drugs and her friend.  She claims to be clean but that she was a big (figurativley not literally ass holes) raver chick before but not she doesn't do any of that anymore, except get stoned but who doesn't.  So I drove around in circles for a while enjoying her company and we talked about things but I don't really remember because at this point I was pretty freaking tired.  Finally I dropped her off at the apartment where she lives and she teasingly told me that if I was lucky I would see her again on Friday.  She wanted me, it was kind of nice.  Hmmm, looks like no hugs were to be had, sorry.