A little better.
Okay, here we go.
Last night I had what qualifies as a catastrophically good time. With typical consequences.
I went with my friend Lauren to El Corazon to see a show... 5 bands were playing. The only two whose names I recall (because they were actually really good) were Rishloo and Low Thin Square. OMG r0x0rs. I've actually heard Rishloo before somewhere.. but they have definitely gotten better in the intervening time. Laur and I both bought their CD. Yay! And LTS was one of Laur's favs anyway, so it was good to see them live, too.
I started off the night reasonably convinced that I wasn't going to drink at all. I think it's pretty obvious I have no control over my convictions. One RedBull+Vodka, coming up.
The bands were AWESOME, and we got to meet up with Laur's friends Logan, Scotty and Jake (the latter two are guys from Enkrya), and they are all seriously just the best. I met them when I went to see the Enkrya show with Laur last weekend, but I didn't really get to talk to them much because the band was busy doing their thing. But last night we all commandeered a booth between sets while we were waiting for LTS to play, so much bullshitting and hilarity ensued. Lauren and I recounted our exploits as the only two goth girls (yes, we all have phases) at our Catholic high school, during which time a second RedBull+Vodka mysteriously appeared in my hand.. and then eventually disappeared. This one had a cherry in it, see, but it had sunk all the way to the bottom... and I really wanted the cherry, so I took the most expedient route to get to it.
I was ready to be done drinking after that, and I was content with my cherry. But then Scotty (who's happily married, don't worry) decided to adopt me as his "Hot Asian Girlfriend" for the remainder of the night. I had no objections; I know everyone loves an asian girl. ;D Haha. He and Laur went to the bar, and returned with a THIRD RB+V, with my name on it. Uh oh. As they sat back down I had just finished tying a cherry stem in my mouth (which I do rather compulsively whenever there's marachinos around... it's an oral fixation, I can't explain). And Laur insisted on showing it to all the boys, who then demanded that I do it again. So I fished the cherry out of my new drink (I put my fingers in it so now I have to drink it, right?) and Laur fished the one out of hers, and we had a race. I won two bucks. ^_^; However I can usually do it really fast.. I think the fact that it actually took me like 40 seconds was already a pretty clear indicator of my diminishing coordination.
So I was absent mindedly drinking my third RB+V while we all sat around and talked, and because I was sitting down the whole time it didn't really seem like I was THAT far gone. Keep in mind that I only weigh like a hundred-ten pounds. And I'm asian. Lauren showed us some pics of when she went out with her friends earlier in the week, and there was a nice big bar shot of a row of Touchdowns. I, silly me, asked Lauren, "What's in a Touchdown?" And I guess in the language of our friendship -which I should know better by now- that means, "ORDER ONE AND MAKE ME DRINK IT."
For future reference, a Touchdown is RedBull + Mandarin (Orange) Vodka, done like a Jaeger bomb. And, unfortunately, it tastes really good. ;_;
LTS finally came on, and I managed to pass off the remainder of my drink to Lauren (the delayed reaction of my erstwhile useless self-preservation reflex?). Of course the band was great. And I got a free t-shirt! They were the last band to play, and after their set was over the bouncers gave everyone the boot. Laur and I wanted to go to the Hurricane (mostly for old times sake), and we tried to get the boys to come too. Everyone else had to get going, but we kidnapped Scotty under the pretense of having him walk us to our car.
At the 'Cane we sat and talked some more, took some pictures, ordered some food..... and my body suddenly realized that I do in fact weigh 110lbs, that I am in fact asian, and that I had drank the equivalent of about 30oz of vodka (and probably only about 8oz of RedBull). It was necessary for me to pay a fitting tribute to the porcelain gods of the Hurricane Cafe.
P.S.- Chili cheese fries = BAD. IDEA.
I have never been so sick in my entire life. I have NEVER managed to drink myself to the point of THROWING UP in a restaurant bathroom. I have never managed to drink myself to the point of throwing up EVER. And yes, there were encore performances. And poor Lauren went above and beyond any conceivable call of duty in taking care of me the rest of the night. Oh my god. I am so completely mortified. I don't even know how I'll ever look her in the eye again!!! I stayed the night at her house and then drove home this morning.. still completely nauseous and hung over as all get out. (I also have never actually been HUNG OVER before, either.) UUuggghh. Even now I'm still a little queezy, and it's almost been a full 24 hours since the beginning of all the fun. *Blaaaaaarrrrrrrrgh*
Seriously right now even THINKING about vodka makes my stomach turn. And I don't think I'm going to be able to smell RedBull safely again for a long long while, either. *shudder* Hraaaarrr.
SO ultimately I did have a good time... but I'm not the least bit inclined to repeat the adventure anytime soon. Or.. ever. Yeah.
Last night I had what qualifies as a catastrophically good time. With typical consequences.
I went with my friend Lauren to El Corazon to see a show... 5 bands were playing. The only two whose names I recall (because they were actually really good) were Rishloo and Low Thin Square. OMG r0x0rs. I've actually heard Rishloo before somewhere.. but they have definitely gotten better in the intervening time. Laur and I both bought their CD. Yay! And LTS was one of Laur's favs anyway, so it was good to see them live, too.
I started off the night reasonably convinced that I wasn't going to drink at all. I think it's pretty obvious I have no control over my convictions. One RedBull+Vodka, coming up.
The bands were AWESOME, and we got to meet up with Laur's friends Logan, Scotty and Jake (the latter two are guys from Enkrya), and they are all seriously just the best. I met them when I went to see the Enkrya show with Laur last weekend, but I didn't really get to talk to them much because the band was busy doing their thing. But last night we all commandeered a booth between sets while we were waiting for LTS to play, so much bullshitting and hilarity ensued. Lauren and I recounted our exploits as the only two goth girls (yes, we all have phases) at our Catholic high school, during which time a second RedBull+Vodka mysteriously appeared in my hand.. and then eventually disappeared. This one had a cherry in it, see, but it had sunk all the way to the bottom... and I really wanted the cherry, so I took the most expedient route to get to it.
I was ready to be done drinking after that, and I was content with my cherry. But then Scotty (who's happily married, don't worry) decided to adopt me as his "Hot Asian Girlfriend" for the remainder of the night. I had no objections; I know everyone loves an asian girl. ;D Haha. He and Laur went to the bar, and returned with a THIRD RB+V, with my name on it. Uh oh. As they sat back down I had just finished tying a cherry stem in my mouth (which I do rather compulsively whenever there's marachinos around... it's an oral fixation, I can't explain). And Laur insisted on showing it to all the boys, who then demanded that I do it again. So I fished the cherry out of my new drink (I put my fingers in it so now I have to drink it, right?) and Laur fished the one out of hers, and we had a race. I won two bucks. ^_^; However I can usually do it really fast.. I think the fact that it actually took me like 40 seconds was already a pretty clear indicator of my diminishing coordination.
So I was absent mindedly drinking my third RB+V while we all sat around and talked, and because I was sitting down the whole time it didn't really seem like I was THAT far gone. Keep in mind that I only weigh like a hundred-ten pounds. And I'm asian. Lauren showed us some pics of when she went out with her friends earlier in the week, and there was a nice big bar shot of a row of Touchdowns. I, silly me, asked Lauren, "What's in a Touchdown?" And I guess in the language of our friendship -which I should know better by now- that means, "ORDER ONE AND MAKE ME DRINK IT."
For future reference, a Touchdown is RedBull + Mandarin (Orange) Vodka, done like a Jaeger bomb. And, unfortunately, it tastes really good. ;_;
LTS finally came on, and I managed to pass off the remainder of my drink to Lauren (the delayed reaction of my erstwhile useless self-preservation reflex?). Of course the band was great. And I got a free t-shirt! They were the last band to play, and after their set was over the bouncers gave everyone the boot. Laur and I wanted to go to the Hurricane (mostly for old times sake), and we tried to get the boys to come too. Everyone else had to get going, but we kidnapped Scotty under the pretense of having him walk us to our car.
At the 'Cane we sat and talked some more, took some pictures, ordered some food..... and my body suddenly realized that I do in fact weigh 110lbs, that I am in fact asian, and that I had drank the equivalent of about 30oz of vodka (and probably only about 8oz of RedBull). It was necessary for me to pay a fitting tribute to the porcelain gods of the Hurricane Cafe.
P.S.- Chili cheese fries = BAD. IDEA.
I have never been so sick in my entire life. I have NEVER managed to drink myself to the point of THROWING UP in a restaurant bathroom. I have never managed to drink myself to the point of throwing up EVER. And yes, there were encore performances. And poor Lauren went above and beyond any conceivable call of duty in taking care of me the rest of the night. Oh my god. I am so completely mortified. I don't even know how I'll ever look her in the eye again!!! I stayed the night at her house and then drove home this morning.. still completely nauseous and hung over as all get out. (I also have never actually been HUNG OVER before, either.) UUuggghh. Even now I'm still a little queezy, and it's almost been a full 24 hours since the beginning of all the fun. *Blaaaaaarrrrrrrrgh*
Seriously right now even THINKING about vodka makes my stomach turn. And I don't think I'm going to be able to smell RedBull safely again for a long long while, either. *shudder* Hraaaarrr.
SO ultimately I did have a good time... but I'm not the least bit inclined to repeat the adventure anytime soon. Or.. ever. Yeah.