Drunk and Disorderly
I feel like hell. I didn't get home until about 5:00 this morning and I had to be up for work at six. When the alarm went off I was still drunk and kept hitting snooze for a half hour until by some miracle the B.A. called me and said she was really sick and we had to cancel working on our project today. I think it was the best news I'd heard in all of 2006 so I rolled over and passed out. Now I am awake, feeling gross... smelling gross... and dying for some water or something to drink and I have nothing but sink water.
Last night was minorly impromptu but as I expected was a lot of fun. Myself, Costanza and Agent Smith all met up at Sidetrack and spent the evening cruising every pretty thing around and slamming each other back and forth on who was the least bald. The bar itself was actually packed with out-of-towners... HOT ones. Eventually Costanza was groping all over Agent Smith's ex who had been lingering around us all night and Smith's new pseudo-boyfriend showed up and probably had no idea what he was getting into.
We stumbled down to Charlies where we all became separated from each other. I was about to leave at one point but the DJ played 'Santa Maria' and I am required by law to dance to that song. I tried having fun on the dance floor, but I was struggling with it. I think I was just too drunk and too tired and began getting too emotional. I felt this empty pointlessness out there instead of just having a good time. I kept thinking about the 20-year-olds in the WWII memoir I am reading getting blown away years ago and here I was in modern times dancing around like some Nancy-boy.
Costanza and the other guy were groping and macking all over the place. I couldn't stop myself from saying rude and callous things in front of Smith's pseudo-boyfriend and then the two of them and myself ended up at Melrose because IHOP was too packed. There I became even louder and more arrogant. Thinking about it now Smith's guy must have thought I was a total prick.
What I don't get is why Smith lied to me about where he met this guy. I seem to have a lot of friends who like to "white lie" lately. Granted their personal lives aren't required business of mine. I just think for the most part I am straight-forward as I can be with people sans the time I got stuck in the middle of Smith's last disastrous relationship, or the details of where I am going when I quit my job... maybe it's simple enough that I lie too when it's convenient. I'd prefer to be open and honest, even if it's to a fault. I've already had my experiences with little white lies someone didn't think would matter, they cost me a best friend and about $1600 to fix.
Meh, whatever.. I am not even in the mood to be philosophical or what not. I feel like shit. I wish I was resilient and 21 again. Fuck! I am having a flashback that I bumped into someone from my past and was loud and drunk to them. Ugh! What a mess.
Last night was minorly impromptu but as I expected was a lot of fun. Myself, Costanza and Agent Smith all met up at Sidetrack and spent the evening cruising every pretty thing around and slamming each other back and forth on who was the least bald. The bar itself was actually packed with out-of-towners... HOT ones. Eventually Costanza was groping all over Agent Smith's ex who had been lingering around us all night and Smith's new pseudo-boyfriend showed up and probably had no idea what he was getting into.
We stumbled down to Charlies where we all became separated from each other. I was about to leave at one point but the DJ played 'Santa Maria' and I am required by law to dance to that song. I tried having fun on the dance floor, but I was struggling with it. I think I was just too drunk and too tired and began getting too emotional. I felt this empty pointlessness out there instead of just having a good time. I kept thinking about the 20-year-olds in the WWII memoir I am reading getting blown away years ago and here I was in modern times dancing around like some Nancy-boy.
Costanza and the other guy were groping and macking all over the place. I couldn't stop myself from saying rude and callous things in front of Smith's pseudo-boyfriend and then the two of them and myself ended up at Melrose because IHOP was too packed. There I became even louder and more arrogant. Thinking about it now Smith's guy must have thought I was a total prick.
What I don't get is why Smith lied to me about where he met this guy. I seem to have a lot of friends who like to "white lie" lately. Granted their personal lives aren't required business of mine. I just think for the most part I am straight-forward as I can be with people sans the time I got stuck in the middle of Smith's last disastrous relationship, or the details of where I am going when I quit my job... maybe it's simple enough that I lie too when it's convenient. I'd prefer to be open and honest, even if it's to a fault. I've already had my experiences with little white lies someone didn't think would matter, they cost me a best friend and about $1600 to fix.
Meh, whatever.. I am not even in the mood to be philosophical or what not. I feel like shit. I wish I was resilient and 21 again. Fuck! I am having a flashback that I bumped into someone from my past and was loud and drunk to them. Ugh! What a mess.