I partied with Howie Day, then proceded to tell him to "go fuck himself" because I blacked out!

Usually I am not one to be proud of a black-out. I know many who strive for this level of retardedness every night, but I am a dude who likes to have somewhat control of himself throughout the night. But for me when I do black-out, I like to go all out and perfrom acts of awesomely awesome stupidity! It all started last Friday night, we started in the Meat-Packing district but after getting there by Midnight we did not feel like purchasing a 300 dollar bottle of Grey Goose, just to get into a club. So we headed to Merc-Bar in Soho and then finally to B Bar in the East Village. B Bar is always a good time and by the time that we arrived there due to the fact that it was one of my fellow Summer Intern friends 21st we had already been getting awesome for an hour. A few more White Russians and jager bombs later and for reasons beyond me I all the sudden found myself in converstation with Howie Day. I knew he had played IU a few times and I had viewed one of his videos probabley on VH1 but other than that not really a fan. He seemed alright as we talked about The Video Saloon and other IU hot spots. He seemed like a decent dude and I even told him straight up that I wasn't a fan of his work but it would be cool to throw some back and talk about IU and shit, whatever I was hammered. So I decided to go have another awesomely priced 8 dollar shot of jager which put me over the edge. I walked back to the converstation which as I returned I heard Howie mention Dane Cook. Being that I worked for Dane Cook in LA last summer I thought I would ask he if knew the people that worked around him. Too my account and I swear Howie looked at me as if he wanted to say "hey little fan I already gave you Howie-time now fuck off". Because I had to leave in the next ten anyway I decided this would be a good segway to leave. So I got in Howie's face and basically told him in a stern but fair voice "hey man, whatever go fuck youself" and proceeded to exit. Already laughing to myself outside because I did it half joking, I recieved a cell phone call, but this is when I felt a tug on my shirt. Great, now I was going to have to try and fight a crappy VH1 rock star type in a parking lot. But to my surpirse it was his 19 year old psycho girlfriend who got in my face and started quizing me on why I had done such a thing to a Brillant musican like Howie Day. I simple told her to "fuck off, I am on the phone" and then got in a cab and that was that. The next day I woke up to find the sitution very funny, after touching base with the rest of friends who were there last night, apparently Howie was very confused and asked them all night why I told him to "go fuck himself". But before you rule me out as the bad guy, they as well agreed with my blacked out character judgement (and the judgement was Douchebag) so they too enjoyed the specticle and all was well in The Five Burrows. The moral of the story is that there is no moral of the story, maybe Howie day didn't get all Hollywood and blow me off but I believe he still did. And maybe a "go fuck yourself" was just what he needed at that time. But when it comes done to it I am glad I did it, and you know why? Seriously, have you heard Howie Day's music...fuck that guy.