Editor’s note: It’s hard out there for a woman — or a man. In that spirit, a change: “Drunk diaries” is undergoing a retooling, including men and women socially-lubricated together. And so this, the first of that series, that has resident diarist Holly Young become one shadowy half of the background to Jason Flynn’s date-night. Watch out for future installments: their relationship isn’t over yet.

It was exciting: a night I got to go out with two girls.

Jason Flynn

Like a preening bird, I got on a nice shirt and even brushed my teeth, then started the 20 minute walk to Trappeze. I figured I would get there a few minutes late, so I wouldn’t have to wait around, but surprise — she still wasn’t there yet.

I took my extra 10 minutes to overanalyze the beer list and pick the perfect nectar.

I was through my first beer when she finally arrived. As we exchanged cordial hugs she gave excuses of “my hair wasn’t cooperating.” A good start.

And then there she was, the other girl, hovering behind my date like a bee over a flower.

I went quickly to the bar to order another beer. I was going to need it.

The two girls followed suit, and we sat back at the table. Not knowing what to do I jumped-flew from stem-to-stem seeking some distraction from the situation.

I twiddled my thumbs, awkwardly looked through my phone and stared out the window.

Not wanting to seem like a total jackass, I eventually struck up a conversation about work. That rapidly went nowhere so I quickly finished my second beer, ordered another and began to curse the expense of full bottles of wine that kept me from drowning in a fruity abyss.

We all started into our next drinks … and then the great karma gods shined down on me. The girls were struck with an early drunkenness, and the conversation took a turn.

They rapidly began spilling stories about intense vomiting after drinking, pizza fueled “World of Warcraft” raids and swelling, bloody injuries. Granted, it wasn’t a “let’s go home and have a wild three-way” turn, but the self-depreciation was a welcome ego stroke.

So I stuck around for another beer, just long enough for explanations of breast reduction surgery and toddlers’ tendency toward indiscriminate pooping,