Invasion of the over-friendly roommates

Kiso, Lindsay and Melissa are visiting for the weekend.  They survived the Friday traffic and the snow and got here about 9ish.  We proceeded to break out the alcohol and joke and goof off as we usually do, and it was awesome like always as we looked up strange words in the dictionary and swapped complaints about our various unrewarding jobs.  Then the roommates started getting friendly.  They were loathe to leave in the first place, forcing me to actually kick them out (not quite physically).  But each time they came upstairs to get more drinks for themselves, they stayed a little bit longer and cracked a couple more unfunny or downright incomprehensible jokes.  Until finally they came over and sat down to talk.  And talk.  And continue talking, until we were all sitting silently for several minutes at a time, listening to them interrupt each other as they tried to tell unrelated stories.

After nearly a year of living together, one of them has learned to recognize my evil eye and tried to begin the trek back downstairs a couple of times.  The other hasn't though, and continued to blather on, oblivious to all else.  And since the former wouldn't leave without the latter, we were stuck for almost half an hour as they dominated the room, until I finally declared it was time to go to sleep.  Undaunted, the roommates kept suggesting "one more shot" and "could I just play these two songs for you?"  No, no, no, no, NO.  FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, PLEASE GO AWAY.  I came severely close to losing my cool, which would have been unfortunate for everyone.

On a side note, I'm not being deliberately vague about that.  I really don't know what would happen if I lost my cool.  It's extremely rare that my anger actually boils over and most of the time I'm unprepared for the sudden loss of control.  It sounds worse than it is.  The last time it happened, I shouted numbers.  Seriously.  The


Ah, sorry about that.  It's now about 45 minutes since the previous paragraph.  Speaking of unrewarding jobs, my phone just rang to notify me that the motion detectors were going off at the theater.  Both assistant managers were unavailable, so it fell to me to go meet the police and do a quick once-over of the building.  Did I mention I'd been drinking?  I brushed my teeth and did my best to dispel the smell of whiskey before meeting the police officer.  Fortunately I hadn't drunk so much as to impair my driving and if he smelled it, he didn't say anything.

[sigh] Where was I?  Drinking, annoyingly over-friendly roommates, loosing my cool... I don't know.  I think that my body's gone ahead and absorbed the remaining alcohol.  I feel significantly less literate.  Maybe I should just stop now while I'm possibly slightly ahead.  Except for the shouting numbers thing.  That really sounds a lot more messed up when I say it out loud.  Which is especially weird since I'm not speaking, but typing.  Meh.  Still a good time to stop.