Party at Justin's!

Last Saturday Southie seemed like the place to be! It was loud, tons of people walking around in the crisp fall air.

However, me and my fiance were exhausted. He had to work, and I was up at the crack of dawn to go dress shopping. So, after a fun-filled day of those 2 activities we proceeded to go pick out pumpkins and hit the mall to get some Christmas shopping out of the way. (Side note: NEVER go to SSP on a Saturday evening again). As we are driving away from the mall we decide to order Alfredo's on the way home and pick it up when we get to Southie. Great idea!

We order, we get home, I go to pick up the order, my fiance parks the car and is going to get all our stuff inside the house, and walk the dogs. I think I win because I only have to walk across the street and pay for the order.

As I'm in Alfredo's waiting for my order, this takes place:

A group of 5 twenty-somethings walk into Alfredo's and are way too buzzed for it to only be a little past 7:00PM. But they are dressed very appropriate for Fall in boots and flannels. Hashtag BASIC. Haha, kidding.

Alfredo's employee: I told you guys 20 minutes!
Guy 1: Did I not say we'd be here in 10?!
Alfredo's employee: Ahh... you did...

Blond Girl: We got buff chick right?! Buff chick is the best.
Brunette Girl: And half and half (something I couldn't decipher).

Now, 2 more friends walk in, one is carrying a 30-rack. He asks if he can set it on the shelf I'm standing near. Of course I let him. He seems sober. Good plan to leave the sober one in charge of beers, very good!

So now I'm close to the beers. Brunette Girl comes charging over and hangs on the beers to let everyone else in the shop (i.e. me) know that those beers are theirs and not to be touched. Oh the overprotective-ness of ones beers when drunk.

They're all rambling about more buff chick pizza, when finally my order is called.

Alfredo's employee: Large steak and cheese calzone, extra cheese?!
Me: Over here!... Thanks!

Guy 1: (as I'm walking by and leaving) I'm so jealous! Great idea.
Me: I know. *smirk*

Now, you would think my encounter with the drunks are over for it being so early in the evening, but there was one more.

As I'm crossing the street 2 guys let me know something very important: Party at Justin's place!!

Awesome, I'll be there! Except I'm 28, tired as fuck, and I have no clue who Justin is. But alas, I bet he had one hell of a party. I'm sure the buff chick pizza did not go to waste.

Question: are people that order buff chick pizza also people that order 'snick' coffees when referring to snickerdoodle coffees? I'm going to have to keep my ears open!