c'est le phantome
okay, i feel very hung over and i did not drink last night. but i did drink on friday night. and boy was that a MESS.
i said to myself, "okay, taline, you may go to your opening night and then you may go to phoebe's and have one beer. then you will go do work until 3am. after all, your parents are coming up tomorrow."
so i go to phoebe's and have a blue moon(a pussy beer at that!) and i get to talking with people. and then jason, who's two drinks ahead of me, gets a bit misty eyed and buys me a long island iced tea.
now, before you mkae snap judgements, dear reader, understand that while i consider myself well versed in the ways of alcohol, i had no idea what's actually in a long island iced tea. so i DOWNED it. and then suddenly, i'm wasted. i'm stealing things? i'm going over to robbie's for more drinks? oh yeah. i drank a mudslide so fast that the person sitting next to me stopped the conversation to point it out. and then i had another. and then suddenly, while sitting on their couch making polite conversation, i realize i am going to puke in about thirty seconds. i leave so fast it's awkward.
i didn't puke, but i did manage to make it through the labryinth for the first time without getting lost.
and tonight is final marathon. my dresses are ready, my hair is curled, and i haven's been this nervous in a long time. i so so scared that i am going to get up there and fuck something up really bad. i just want the department to like us, which sounds pleady and stupid, but i'm still scared.
i said to myself, "okay, taline, you may go to your opening night and then you may go to phoebe's and have one beer. then you will go do work until 3am. after all, your parents are coming up tomorrow."
so i go to phoebe's and have a blue moon(a pussy beer at that!) and i get to talking with people. and then jason, who's two drinks ahead of me, gets a bit misty eyed and buys me a long island iced tea.
now, before you mkae snap judgements, dear reader, understand that while i consider myself well versed in the ways of alcohol, i had no idea what's actually in a long island iced tea. so i DOWNED it. and then suddenly, i'm wasted. i'm stealing things? i'm going over to robbie's for more drinks? oh yeah. i drank a mudslide so fast that the person sitting next to me stopped the conversation to point it out. and then i had another. and then suddenly, while sitting on their couch making polite conversation, i realize i am going to puke in about thirty seconds. i leave so fast it's awkward.
i didn't puke, but i did manage to make it through the labryinth for the first time without getting lost.
and tonight is final marathon. my dresses are ready, my hair is curled, and i haven's been this nervous in a long time. i so so scared that i am going to get up there and fuck something up really bad. i just want the department to like us, which sounds pleady and stupid, but i'm still scared.