it's unfortunate something bad had to happen in order to put things in perspective
yesterday i was on the top of the world and as the night went on i only continued on a downward spiral.
taste of chaos ticket= $34
ron diaz= $18
minor in consumption= $175
cab ride home= $8
spending the night in a cold 8 by 10 room on a mat next to someone elses vomit and a homeless girl= priceless.
so being a big show for fargo and all, everyone decides to get drunk before the show. i warned myself earlier in the day to watch how much i drank, i didn't drink more than usual, i just consumed it in a much shorter time. abe, chuck, and i arrived at the show and abe got inside. security wouldn't let me in so chuck was helping me get a drink of water. security then proceeded to tell the cops i was wasted and they took me away. i then found out that chuck was no longer let into the show because he was drunk...but he's 21. so we will pretty much conclude that i was the reason he was not let in so he had to walk back to moorhead in a t shirt. i feel horrible for what i did. i owe him for his ticket and for missing the show. then i guess once i arrived at detox i was absolutely hysterical and they could not calm me down. i must have been pretty nuts seeing as how this morning i can barely keep my eyes open they are so swollen. i blew a .19 when i arrived and it took a couple hours just to get down to a .15. the guy working there was being nice and was going to call someone to come pick me up but oh wait, i didn't have my cell phone with anyone's numbers. i just remember telling him i really wanted abe to come get me. kicker is, when abe called detox to see if i was there to come get me, they told him no. so i proceeded to sit on my mat in the cold little room with the homeless girl while we both bitched about life. now looking back, i shouldn't have even considered complaining to her. her situation is way worse then mine will probably ever be. so the guy tells me if i can get my BAL down to a .10, he'll let me leave. around midnight i was down to a .07, but it was someone else working then and she wouldn't let me leave. i then just gave up all hope and curled up on my little mat and slept on and off for 7 hours. i get up this morning and have a minor handed to me. the kickass guy working and i are chatting and he tells me, since i didn't have id on me the only way they could have gotton my info was by asking me. so if i wouldn't have been so out of it and kept my mouth shut, i may not have gotton a minor. damnit. then i took a cab ride home then waited outside my dorm for about 20 minutes until someone came outside because i didn't have my key. my parents are going to kill me and this was once expense i really didn't need right now.
i believe laying off the booze for awhile is needed. i have no desire to drink. it just sucks that i thought i was immune to getting in trouble and something like this had to happen in order to put things in perspective. i'm so discouraged with myself.
probably the highlight of the night was laying in the detox room while singing along to the deftones the guy working was blasting. would have been better if i would have actually been at the show...
taste of chaos ticket= $34
ron diaz= $18
minor in consumption= $175
cab ride home= $8
spending the night in a cold 8 by 10 room on a mat next to someone elses vomit and a homeless girl= priceless.
so being a big show for fargo and all, everyone decides to get drunk before the show. i warned myself earlier in the day to watch how much i drank, i didn't drink more than usual, i just consumed it in a much shorter time. abe, chuck, and i arrived at the show and abe got inside. security wouldn't let me in so chuck was helping me get a drink of water. security then proceeded to tell the cops i was wasted and they took me away. i then found out that chuck was no longer let into the show because he was drunk...but he's 21. so we will pretty much conclude that i was the reason he was not let in so he had to walk back to moorhead in a t shirt. i feel horrible for what i did. i owe him for his ticket and for missing the show. then i guess once i arrived at detox i was absolutely hysterical and they could not calm me down. i must have been pretty nuts seeing as how this morning i can barely keep my eyes open they are so swollen. i blew a .19 when i arrived and it took a couple hours just to get down to a .15. the guy working there was being nice and was going to call someone to come pick me up but oh wait, i didn't have my cell phone with anyone's numbers. i just remember telling him i really wanted abe to come get me. kicker is, when abe called detox to see if i was there to come get me, they told him no. so i proceeded to sit on my mat in the cold little room with the homeless girl while we both bitched about life. now looking back, i shouldn't have even considered complaining to her. her situation is way worse then mine will probably ever be. so the guy tells me if i can get my BAL down to a .10, he'll let me leave. around midnight i was down to a .07, but it was someone else working then and she wouldn't let me leave. i then just gave up all hope and curled up on my little mat and slept on and off for 7 hours. i get up this morning and have a minor handed to me. the kickass guy working and i are chatting and he tells me, since i didn't have id on me the only way they could have gotton my info was by asking me. so if i wouldn't have been so out of it and kept my mouth shut, i may not have gotton a minor. damnit. then i took a cab ride home then waited outside my dorm for about 20 minutes until someone came outside because i didn't have my key. my parents are going to kill me and this was once expense i really didn't need right now.
i believe laying off the booze for awhile is needed. i have no desire to drink. it just sucks that i thought i was immune to getting in trouble and something like this had to happen in order to put things in perspective. i'm so discouraged with myself.
probably the highlight of the night was laying in the detox room while singing along to the deftones the guy working was blasting. would have been better if i would have actually been at the show...