What not to drink.
All my devotion betrayed
I am no longer afraid
I was too blinded to see
How much you've stolen from me
To be purified in fire
Anesthetic for the pain
As the final words erupt from your mouth
Who will remember your name?
~~~
when i think back to the end of last night, i draw a blank
i remember sitting in the bathroom trying not to throw up for about 40 minutes.
i woke up on the sofa.
so in between 2:30 am and 1 pm are a total blank.
last night, i decide 'i want to get drunk tonight'. so i head to the liquor store im told doesnt card. MEGAN TO THE RESCUE!
that one DOES card, but she knows a really good one that wont
we head there, and meet a very interesting character.
i shall call him 'Reggae Bob, the Liquor Store Guy'
i walked in with the intention of getting some bacardi cyclone (rum, tequilla, and cactus water mmm), and found it right away. but then i thought to myself, i want something a bit stronger. Reggae Bob showed me a few bottles of some very strong, yet very expensive booze. Then, he reaches under the counter and pulls out a little bottle of what i swear to you was Absente (like absinthe, only you dont hallucinate and has more alcohol). A small bottle, only about 3 shots un-diluted. So, Megz grabs that, i pick up some Smirnoff watermelon vodka, per Reggae Bob's reccomendation.
The rest of the night is a blur of random images and a glass of haunting bright green liquid that thoroughly wracked my brain.
We played some poetry ad-libbing, talked, sat on the fire escape (conquering my fear of heights no less..alcohol can do that to ya), came back inside, listened to/sang along with some classic 90's alternative music, talked, all the while doing shot after shot of this jolly-rancher tasting vodka.
i think i had 1.5 too many shots.
i remember thinking i was going to throw up, then walking to the bathroom and sitting on the edge of the bathtub for about 40minutes. the whole time im staying calm, trying not to vomit, talking to myself calming myself down. worked great. then all of a sudden my stomach decides he's had enough, and into the sink my head goes.
now these last moments of the night are gradually working their way back into my subconcious, and im starting to remember bits and pieces. i dont remember ending up on the couch, nor do i remember who ended up cleaning it all up. (im told it wasnt as big a mess as one would think a burrito/absinthe/vodka purge should be)
Megan and Bryan, you guys are the best. never let anyone let you think otherwise. well..bryan you need to lay off the computer. you'll get 10 cool points for doing so.
to summerize.
Absinthe and Vodka dont mix, Burritos are the shit, Megan = A-OK, I <3 NY, and im going to miss bacon egg n cheese bagels from the bagel shop.
~~
EDIT
~~
this morning, i thought i saw Danny Glover. no joke! i think it was him!
i just got done with my bagel and had just seperated from bryan (who went to class), and i just started walking along 3rd avenue for some reason. just kept on walkin. taking in what i could of this magnificent city. so around 81st or 82nd street, i see Danny Glover leave a diner, hail a cab, wave to someone outside the diner, and leave.
"Its not NY without a celebrity sighting"-meg
~~~
As it's blown apart, hundreds thrown away
Makes me question just what I believe
Brothers torn apart, mindless drones enslaved
Makes me search for an answer
I don't want to know
It's like a plague from below
Killing all that I know
One hundred voices the same
Drench their sorrow in fame
~~~
edit again:
i just went in and looked at the bottle of vodka. jesus christ on a crutch! we drank alot of that. totally explains the events of last night.
when i woke up, the first thing i hear is "hahah...you dont know what you did last night do you?"
now..im in NYC, i was obviously plastered, and i dont remember much past trying not to throw up. so i wake up in a strange position in surrounding differant than i last remember... i dont like hearing "you dont know what you did do you" first thing waking up. of course i dont know what i did! i was drunk! for all i know i painted the town red and raped donald trump's wife with a tennis racket. or egged Kofi Annan's house. or pissed in the mayors gas tank. or bricked a police car. or even went to harlem and started to ethnically cleanse the borough.
thankfully it was nothing quite that exciting and i just passed out.
still..scary shit when i look at all that vodka that was missing from the bottle, and the 2 big shots of absinthe..
arivaderce!
~~~
There's too many men, too many people
Making too many problems
And there's not much love to go around
Can't you see this is the land of confusion?
This is the world we live in
And these are the hands we're given
Use them and let's start trying
To make it a place worth fighting for
This is the world we live in
And these are the names we're given
Stand up and let's start showing
Just where our lives are going
I am no longer afraid
I was too blinded to see
How much you've stolen from me
To be purified in fire
Anesthetic for the pain
As the final words erupt from your mouth
Who will remember your name?
~~~
when i think back to the end of last night, i draw a blank
i remember sitting in the bathroom trying not to throw up for about 40 minutes.
i woke up on the sofa.
so in between 2:30 am and 1 pm are a total blank.
last night, i decide 'i want to get drunk tonight'. so i head to the liquor store im told doesnt card. MEGAN TO THE RESCUE!
that one DOES card, but she knows a really good one that wont
we head there, and meet a very interesting character.
i shall call him 'Reggae Bob, the Liquor Store Guy'
i walked in with the intention of getting some bacardi cyclone (rum, tequilla, and cactus water mmm), and found it right away. but then i thought to myself, i want something a bit stronger. Reggae Bob showed me a few bottles of some very strong, yet very expensive booze. Then, he reaches under the counter and pulls out a little bottle of what i swear to you was Absente (like absinthe, only you dont hallucinate and has more alcohol). A small bottle, only about 3 shots un-diluted. So, Megz grabs that, i pick up some Smirnoff watermelon vodka, per Reggae Bob's reccomendation.
The rest of the night is a blur of random images and a glass of haunting bright green liquid that thoroughly wracked my brain.
We played some poetry ad-libbing, talked, sat on the fire escape (conquering my fear of heights no less..alcohol can do that to ya), came back inside, listened to/sang along with some classic 90's alternative music, talked, all the while doing shot after shot of this jolly-rancher tasting vodka.
i think i had 1.5 too many shots.
i remember thinking i was going to throw up, then walking to the bathroom and sitting on the edge of the bathtub for about 40minutes. the whole time im staying calm, trying not to vomit, talking to myself calming myself down. worked great. then all of a sudden my stomach decides he's had enough, and into the sink my head goes.
now these last moments of the night are gradually working their way back into my subconcious, and im starting to remember bits and pieces. i dont remember ending up on the couch, nor do i remember who ended up cleaning it all up. (im told it wasnt as big a mess as one would think a burrito/absinthe/vodka purge should be)
Megan and Bryan, you guys are the best. never let anyone let you think otherwise. well..bryan you need to lay off the computer. you'll get 10 cool points for doing so.
to summerize.
Absinthe and Vodka dont mix, Burritos are the shit, Megan = A-OK, I <3 NY, and im going to miss bacon egg n cheese bagels from the bagel shop.
~~
EDIT
~~
this morning, i thought i saw Danny Glover. no joke! i think it was him!
i just got done with my bagel and had just seperated from bryan (who went to class), and i just started walking along 3rd avenue for some reason. just kept on walkin. taking in what i could of this magnificent city. so around 81st or 82nd street, i see Danny Glover leave a diner, hail a cab, wave to someone outside the diner, and leave.
"Its not NY without a celebrity sighting"-meg
~~~
As it's blown apart, hundreds thrown away
Makes me question just what I believe
Brothers torn apart, mindless drones enslaved
Makes me search for an answer
I don't want to know
It's like a plague from below
Killing all that I know
One hundred voices the same
Drench their sorrow in fame
~~~
edit again:
i just went in and looked at the bottle of vodka. jesus christ on a crutch! we drank alot of that. totally explains the events of last night.
when i woke up, the first thing i hear is "hahah...you dont know what you did last night do you?"
now..im in NYC, i was obviously plastered, and i dont remember much past trying not to throw up. so i wake up in a strange position in surrounding differant than i last remember... i dont like hearing "you dont know what you did do you" first thing waking up. of course i dont know what i did! i was drunk! for all i know i painted the town red and raped donald trump's wife with a tennis racket. or egged Kofi Annan's house. or pissed in the mayors gas tank. or bricked a police car. or even went to harlem and started to ethnically cleanse the borough.
thankfully it was nothing quite that exciting and i just passed out.
still..scary shit when i look at all that vodka that was missing from the bottle, and the 2 big shots of absinthe..
arivaderce!
~~~
There's too many men, too many people
Making too many problems
And there's not much love to go around
Can't you see this is the land of confusion?
This is the world we live in
And these are the hands we're given
Use them and let's start trying
To make it a place worth fighting for
This is the world we live in
And these are the names we're given
Stand up and let's start showing
Just where our lives are going