Last night we went out again. I thought it would be a more fun experience as I had put McNeedy on a plane outta here earlier in the week, and there were some guys going in the group, so I didn't think I would have to be the one carrying my coworkers home. The night was boring, but going well enough when I turned around and Coworker #2 was bawling again. She ended up crashing at my house overnight. I didn't really want her to, but I was kind of stuck as she was in no condition to drive home, and the single guys in our group didn't really want to cart her around, either.
I was supposed to go skiing again today, but I was awakened by sounds of an asthmatic drunkard coughing all night long, so I didn't really sleep well. She was still passed out this morning, so I couldn't very well kick her out and dump her back at her car. By the time she woke up, the whole morning was gone. I wasted the afternoon by napping to make up for the poor sleep. What a waste of a day off. Maybe I'm better off only going out with couples, so I don't end up having to babysit drunken single chicks.