take me drunk, officer, I'm home
Good times had by all last night. Well, almost all.
I was supposed to go out with Jamie last night, but she had to work. So I went to visit Candyce and we decided to go do something. We were gonna go to Paul's band practice (Paul is one of her boy toys), but he never called so we just went out. Checked out Hell, AS220, didn't really find much, so we went to see her OTHER boy toy, Patrick, at his work in the mall. He was busy, so we went to Safari to see the Neo Prophets. Patrick called us as we were leaving and told us about a house party on Hope St, so we booked it up there. Free booze, and lots of it, what more could you ask for on a Saturday night? When Patrick and I had a pushup contest, I got my ass handed to me, but I claim temporary alcohol-induced weakness. Pat kept feeding me shots and matched me two for one, which is kinda scary since I had four shots of sake, five shots of SoCo, four shots of Karkov (vodka... how I love those Russians), and two shots of Jim Beam. Plus a couple beers. So needless to say I was pretty damn drunk. Not too bad, tho. I can see my alcohol tolerance improving. Last summer when I threw the lingerie party at the motel, I got trashed off of something like two rum and cokes (heavy on the rum, but still not that much). Like, I literally couldn't walk. It was bad. But last night, I had thirteen shots of various liquors within the span of no more than fifteen minutes. Kinda stupid, I know, but I was already drunk, and who the hell turns down free booze when you're drunk and having a good time? I was probably slurring my words a little, but I could walk straight... shit, I was doing standing tree yoga in the living room to prove that I still had my balance.
The only bad part of the evening was Patrick pulling me into the bathroom a few times and kissing me, trying to get in my pants, literally. At one point he picked me up, carried me into Nick's room (it was Nick's house), and threw me on the bed. He wasn't pushy, tho. I was like you're drunk, Candyce likes you (she actually doesn't anymore, but it was a good excuse), and I wouldn't do that to a friend. Which I wouldn't. So he left the party. Candyce also got her ID, money, and zippo stolen by a couple chicks who left early. Bitches. She was ready to kick someone's ass.
Oy. Good times, tho. Went to bed at 6am, woke up at 5pm. Mmmm, sleep.
I was supposed to go out with Jamie last night, but she had to work. So I went to visit Candyce and we decided to go do something. We were gonna go to Paul's band practice (Paul is one of her boy toys), but he never called so we just went out. Checked out Hell, AS220, didn't really find much, so we went to see her OTHER boy toy, Patrick, at his work in the mall. He was busy, so we went to Safari to see the Neo Prophets. Patrick called us as we were leaving and told us about a house party on Hope St, so we booked it up there. Free booze, and lots of it, what more could you ask for on a Saturday night? When Patrick and I had a pushup contest, I got my ass handed to me, but I claim temporary alcohol-induced weakness. Pat kept feeding me shots and matched me two for one, which is kinda scary since I had four shots of sake, five shots of SoCo, four shots of Karkov (vodka... how I love those Russians), and two shots of Jim Beam. Plus a couple beers. So needless to say I was pretty damn drunk. Not too bad, tho. I can see my alcohol tolerance improving. Last summer when I threw the lingerie party at the motel, I got trashed off of something like two rum and cokes (heavy on the rum, but still not that much). Like, I literally couldn't walk. It was bad. But last night, I had thirteen shots of various liquors within the span of no more than fifteen minutes. Kinda stupid, I know, but I was already drunk, and who the hell turns down free booze when you're drunk and having a good time? I was probably slurring my words a little, but I could walk straight... shit, I was doing standing tree yoga in the living room to prove that I still had my balance.
The only bad part of the evening was Patrick pulling me into the bathroom a few times and kissing me, trying to get in my pants, literally. At one point he picked me up, carried me into Nick's room (it was Nick's house), and threw me on the bed. He wasn't pushy, tho. I was like you're drunk, Candyce likes you (she actually doesn't anymore, but it was a good excuse), and I wouldn't do that to a friend. Which I wouldn't. So he left the party. Candyce also got her ID, money, and zippo stolen by a couple chicks who left early. Bitches. She was ready to kick someone's ass.
Oy. Good times, tho. Went to bed at 6am, woke up at 5pm. Mmmm, sleep.