Chalk it up to experience
So add another chapter to the tragic tale that is my love life.
I decided this last week that this was the weekend that I make my move on the whole Stephenie thing. Friday was Ashley's brithday, and this band Temper Temper was playing at this bar in Brooklyn. I figured that we would go out, it would drink up some confidence, and I would make a move.
Dinner was amazing. We went to this French fusion place, reasonably priced (much better than the $55 pre fixe, only water, before tax and tip bullshit that Ashley had originally picked). The meal was amazing...so good. Then we went out for a beer, and after that, Stephenie, Sam, and I headed to Brooklyn. We went to this bar called Trash, where all the seats are benches from minivans, and they have $2 PBR's. It was fun. The band, Temper Temper (who just had a song featured on The O.C. a few weeks ago) are good friends with my friends Kelly and Kanyun. I saw them on Wednesday at CBGB's, which was also very cool to go to. Anyway, had an amazing night. Things were going really well. I talked to Kelly, and she was like, "You just have to be the one to make the move." I know that Stephenie had talked to her about this. So I was like, perfect...
And then I smoked some weed..........
Why do I do this? Why do I always forget that I will get sick if I smoke while I'm drunk? Someone, please tell me.
So in the cab on the way home, this wave of sickness takes over in about .5 seconds, and the next thing I know, I'm puking all over myself. And when I say all over, I mean all over.
Now that's sexy.
Needless to say, we did not end up kissing. Well, I was kinda huggin' the toilet all night, but I don't think that counts. Saturday, I was just ill all day. But we did go and get Stephenie's nose pierced. It looks amazing. I think it really compliments her. And I got Tori tickets, and I got amazing seats. So the weekend was actually really great. Did a lot of fun things, and still had a great time on Friday.
BUT WHY THE FUCK DO I SMOKE WHEN I'M DRUNK?!?!?!? AND WHY DO I HAVE TO VOMIT ALL OVER MYSELF ON THE NIGHT I DECIDE I'M GOING TO MAKE A MOVE?!?!?!?
Why am I tragic?
I decided this last week that this was the weekend that I make my move on the whole Stephenie thing. Friday was Ashley's brithday, and this band Temper Temper was playing at this bar in Brooklyn. I figured that we would go out, it would drink up some confidence, and I would make a move.
Dinner was amazing. We went to this French fusion place, reasonably priced (much better than the $55 pre fixe, only water, before tax and tip bullshit that Ashley had originally picked). The meal was amazing...so good. Then we went out for a beer, and after that, Stephenie, Sam, and I headed to Brooklyn. We went to this bar called Trash, where all the seats are benches from minivans, and they have $2 PBR's. It was fun. The band, Temper Temper (who just had a song featured on The O.C. a few weeks ago) are good friends with my friends Kelly and Kanyun. I saw them on Wednesday at CBGB's, which was also very cool to go to. Anyway, had an amazing night. Things were going really well. I talked to Kelly, and she was like, "You just have to be the one to make the move." I know that Stephenie had talked to her about this. So I was like, perfect...
And then I smoked some weed..........
Why do I do this? Why do I always forget that I will get sick if I smoke while I'm drunk? Someone, please tell me.
So in the cab on the way home, this wave of sickness takes over in about .5 seconds, and the next thing I know, I'm puking all over myself. And when I say all over, I mean all over.
Now that's sexy.
Needless to say, we did not end up kissing. Well, I was kinda huggin' the toilet all night, but I don't think that counts. Saturday, I was just ill all day. But we did go and get Stephenie's nose pierced. It looks amazing. I think it really compliments her. And I got Tori tickets, and I got amazing seats. So the weekend was actually really great. Did a lot of fun things, and still had a great time on Friday.
BUT WHY THE FUCK DO I SMOKE WHEN I'M DRUNK?!?!?!? AND WHY DO I HAVE TO VOMIT ALL OVER MYSELF ON THE NIGHT I DECIDE I'M GOING TO MAKE A MOVE?!?!?!?
Why am I tragic?