What a break
It all started last year. I love that line, because it makes it sound like it was soo long ago, but it really wasn't. So December 20th, I'll be more precise, I went on leave from the army for a whole 16 days. I really don't think I should of had to count two of those days, because one day I had to do out processing bullshit, and the other day I had to do inprocessing bullshit. I guess you can't win from losing in the Army. But yeah, I had an overall real good time while I was back.
I remember the first friend I seen when I got back was Katie. I won't ever forget what she looked like. On her myspace, she looked like she gained some weight. I was still very into wanting to see her when I got back. When she finally arrived at my house, it was like I had to take a triple take. Her skin was dark, she was thin, and she smelled really good too. It wasn't the Katie I remember a year ago. I spent a good 3-4 days with her when I first got back, didn't really go see anyone. Bridgette wanted to see me, and I called her on Christmas, but she was busy, obviously, so I didn't go see her the whole time I was back. I'm not heart broken, don't think that she is either. In a way I feel bad about the whole deal, but I'm not going to marry her, it isn't my kid. So why care? Cortney got back a couple days after I got back, I would of liked to see her, but I realize that shit happens. I talked to Donna, and she thought it was rather ironic how she came back, and so did I but we just missed each other. It's like fate, that we wouldn't get to see each other.
However, I did get to spend some time with Chris. There are some good stories there. So the first night I got there, we had to drink the Absinthe that I got. It was bound to happen. We first went to BWWs and got some food, and I had two long islands there. We meet Samantha, and another girl who I forgot her name. Anyway, we went to a tattoo place, so Ashley(Chris's Fiancee) could get two piercings and a tattoo. I think one of the other girls got something, I don't really remember. Somehow there was another girl who showed up too, and she got her belly button pierced, and she came over to Chris's house also. Chris and myself went and picked up Daniel. So we had ourselves a nice little get together. I started drinking once we got there, it was getting late anyway, and I knew that we had to start downing the alcohol because we couldn't drink a bottle in a day the last time, so what makes me think we would be able to do it this night. O was I wrong.
I have to space this out, to describe the alcohol. So I took the first shot, it smelled like the other absinthe did, more of a dark liquor like Jägermeister. When it is initially in your mouth, the taste really isn't to bad. It's a bitter taste, and really isn't all that bad. Then when it goes down your throat, all the way through your body you can trace its route through the burning sensation it leaves going down. It didn't feel all that pleasant. So after the first shot, I decided to take another shot, before it was hitting me hard. I had the burn in my chest anyway, so it wouldn't be so bad on the second shot. I took the second shot, and I was feeling it already. It's a very strong liquor so it hits you fast. I played a little guitar hero, which was fun, then I decided to take another shot. Sometime after this shot, my memory failed me. I guess I took 4 more shots, 1 of the shots was a flaming shot that I have a good memory of on my hand where I burnt myself. I was making fun of Daniel, telling him how Chris and I smoked pot. We both have cars, we both have jobs, we've both had girlfriends, and sex. He could of had that if he smoked pot. That's what I told him. It was rather funny, I dawgged him for a while I guess. We went to IHOP, not that I remember ever leaving the house. While we was in the car, I guess it was silent and I just started punching Chris in the face telling him, Sam's hot, your not and repeating myself over and over. When we got to IHOP I do remember seeing a menu, it was spinning around in my hands, and I kept trying to tighten my grip so I could read it. It never worked, but somehow I ordered food. Not that I had a clue what the hell I ordered. I guess I said something, and Chris asked if I needed to go to the bathroom, I told him I wouldn't make it there, and I was going to puke everywhere. He took me out to the truck to lay down, and there I puked all in my jacket, and in his helmet. I didn't make a mess in the truck, rather funny. When they came to get me in the truck after they got done eating, I was sleeping with my eyes open. They kept talking to me, trying to get a reaction from me, and my eyes were dead locked on something, and didn't look at them. I was passed out, with my eyes open. They took me to Chris's house, and I slept on the couch.
THE NEXT DAY:
O shit, this was the worst hangover I've ever experienced. My sides hurt, my legs hurt, my head hurt .... .... I felt like total shit. I felt like that way all day, and even bad the next day. It was the worst hangover ever, you can't even begin to think of how bad it was.
More experiences are to come when I have some more time. I had a pretty good two weeks off.
I remember the first friend I seen when I got back was Katie. I won't ever forget what she looked like. On her myspace, she looked like she gained some weight. I was still very into wanting to see her when I got back. When she finally arrived at my house, it was like I had to take a triple take. Her skin was dark, she was thin, and she smelled really good too. It wasn't the Katie I remember a year ago. I spent a good 3-4 days with her when I first got back, didn't really go see anyone. Bridgette wanted to see me, and I called her on Christmas, but she was busy, obviously, so I didn't go see her the whole time I was back. I'm not heart broken, don't think that she is either. In a way I feel bad about the whole deal, but I'm not going to marry her, it isn't my kid. So why care? Cortney got back a couple days after I got back, I would of liked to see her, but I realize that shit happens. I talked to Donna, and she thought it was rather ironic how she came back, and so did I but we just missed each other. It's like fate, that we wouldn't get to see each other.
However, I did get to spend some time with Chris. There are some good stories there. So the first night I got there, we had to drink the Absinthe that I got. It was bound to happen. We first went to BWWs and got some food, and I had two long islands there. We meet Samantha, and another girl who I forgot her name. Anyway, we went to a tattoo place, so Ashley(Chris's Fiancee) could get two piercings and a tattoo. I think one of the other girls got something, I don't really remember. Somehow there was another girl who showed up too, and she got her belly button pierced, and she came over to Chris's house also. Chris and myself went and picked up Daniel. So we had ourselves a nice little get together. I started drinking once we got there, it was getting late anyway, and I knew that we had to start downing the alcohol because we couldn't drink a bottle in a day the last time, so what makes me think we would be able to do it this night. O was I wrong.
I have to space this out, to describe the alcohol. So I took the first shot, it smelled like the other absinthe did, more of a dark liquor like Jägermeister. When it is initially in your mouth, the taste really isn't to bad. It's a bitter taste, and really isn't all that bad. Then when it goes down your throat, all the way through your body you can trace its route through the burning sensation it leaves going down. It didn't feel all that pleasant. So after the first shot, I decided to take another shot, before it was hitting me hard. I had the burn in my chest anyway, so it wouldn't be so bad on the second shot. I took the second shot, and I was feeling it already. It's a very strong liquor so it hits you fast. I played a little guitar hero, which was fun, then I decided to take another shot. Sometime after this shot, my memory failed me. I guess I took 4 more shots, 1 of the shots was a flaming shot that I have a good memory of on my hand where I burnt myself. I was making fun of Daniel, telling him how Chris and I smoked pot. We both have cars, we both have jobs, we've both had girlfriends, and sex. He could of had that if he smoked pot. That's what I told him. It was rather funny, I dawgged him for a while I guess. We went to IHOP, not that I remember ever leaving the house. While we was in the car, I guess it was silent and I just started punching Chris in the face telling him, Sam's hot, your not and repeating myself over and over. When we got to IHOP I do remember seeing a menu, it was spinning around in my hands, and I kept trying to tighten my grip so I could read it. It never worked, but somehow I ordered food. Not that I had a clue what the hell I ordered. I guess I said something, and Chris asked if I needed to go to the bathroom, I told him I wouldn't make it there, and I was going to puke everywhere. He took me out to the truck to lay down, and there I puked all in my jacket, and in his helmet. I didn't make a mess in the truck, rather funny. When they came to get me in the truck after they got done eating, I was sleeping with my eyes open. They kept talking to me, trying to get a reaction from me, and my eyes were dead locked on something, and didn't look at them. I was passed out, with my eyes open. They took me to Chris's house, and I slept on the couch.
THE NEXT DAY:
O shit, this was the worst hangover I've ever experienced. My sides hurt, my legs hurt, my head hurt .... .... I felt like total shit. I felt like that way all day, and even bad the next day. It was the worst hangover ever, you can't even begin to think of how bad it was.
More experiences are to come when I have some more time. I had a pretty good two weeks off.