Drunk
It's that time of year again folks. I am drunk.
First - a disclaimer - I am totally drunk. Can barely stand straight and much less think straight, so I must apologize in advance if this post will be even less coherent than my usual rumbles.
Anyway, it is almost 6am and I just got back from a night out with dorable and Uri. I was not really sure I wanted to go out this Purim, but finally I decided to be a sport, so I wore a pink tank-top with nothing underneath and a pair of bunny ears (sorry, there are no pictures) and went with Dora to this private party somewhere in Tel Aviv.
Generally speaking, I don't like these kind of parties. Too many people I don't know and too loud of music. But then again, generally speaking, I don't really drink. Alcohol is still as awful as I remembered, maybe a little bit more, but it loses a bit of its yuckiness after a while.
I drank about 8 or 9 (perhaps more, I lost counting after about 7) shots/cups/portions of vodka. I then proceeded to jumping and bumping into strangers in futile attempts to move to the music. Slowly but surely the alcohol started to affect my motor skills and other perceptions and by then I was laughing at strangers for no obvious reason (note to self - some girls find it offensive when you look at them intensely for a few seconds and then burst into laughter)
I dumped Dora (or rather left her to do her thing) in that party and took a cab to meet Uri. During the ride over, I had a rather bizar conversation with the cabbie about religion and faith, about the existence of God etc. Have I already mentioned how drunk I was?
In any case, I arrived at Uri's place and we went to the Doxa steak bar again. We each ordered a steak, and were joined by Dora. We had a few laughs (mainly them laughing at me) and the meat was pretty good. We left there at about 5am.
That's it. I arrived home about 15 minutes ago, and I'm quite ready to crash in bed as soon as the bloody room stop spinning around.
Another purim passed by. Another year the tradition was kept.
G'night folks.
First - a disclaimer - I am totally drunk. Can barely stand straight and much less think straight, so I must apologize in advance if this post will be even less coherent than my usual rumbles.
Anyway, it is almost 6am and I just got back from a night out with dorable and Uri. I was not really sure I wanted to go out this Purim, but finally I decided to be a sport, so I wore a pink tank-top with nothing underneath and a pair of bunny ears (sorry, there are no pictures) and went with Dora to this private party somewhere in Tel Aviv.
Generally speaking, I don't like these kind of parties. Too many people I don't know and too loud of music. But then again, generally speaking, I don't really drink. Alcohol is still as awful as I remembered, maybe a little bit more, but it loses a bit of its yuckiness after a while.
I drank about 8 or 9 (perhaps more, I lost counting after about 7) shots/cups/portions of vodka. I then proceeded to jumping and bumping into strangers in futile attempts to move to the music. Slowly but surely the alcohol started to affect my motor skills and other perceptions and by then I was laughing at strangers for no obvious reason (note to self - some girls find it offensive when you look at them intensely for a few seconds and then burst into laughter)
I dumped Dora (or rather left her to do her thing) in that party and took a cab to meet Uri. During the ride over, I had a rather bizar conversation with the cabbie about religion and faith, about the existence of God etc. Have I already mentioned how drunk I was?
In any case, I arrived at Uri's place and we went to the Doxa steak bar again. We each ordered a steak, and were joined by Dora. We had a few laughs (mainly them laughing at me) and the meat was pretty good. We left there at about 5am.
That's it. I arrived home about 15 minutes ago, and I'm quite ready to crash in bed as soon as the bloody room stop spinning around.
Another purim passed by. Another year the tradition was kept.
G'night folks.