Series Premiere, next Thursday on ABC...
"How are you already drunk?"
"All I had for lunch today was a Coors light."
"Why?"
"that's what my dad gave me..."
Such began the festivities of Last Night, which were, indeed, at the very least, extremely festive, as was the toilet of one Jacob Hollis the following morning. Neither of us had felt so terrible in many a year, and we realized that gaining an extra hour at the bar right at 2am because of DST was probably actually not as good a thing as we had thought. How Zack rolled out at ten am and drove to Raleigh, I'll never know, because I was unconscious for it.
I had really needed to go home. After goofing up at work a lot and struggling at school and getting Totalee Dumped earlier this week, it was really just time to cuddle and get cuddled by my mom and the people that I know will be my friends for the rest of our natural lives. My mind has a hard time grasping just how long that is, but I'm dimly aware in my animal brain that something Incredibly Fucking Awesome has happened to me, and I don't even deserve it.
There was a lovely wine bar, followed by a not too shabby sports bar with an adorable, married waitress named Martina who just met us this week and has seen us three times. There was wine followed by shots followed by beer followed by shots, (suddenly, right about closing time, I had Immediate Fucking Need of another shot, which I am sure now I did not need at all,) and all this is a bad idea. Getting really behind on my work this week was a really bad idea. What's a good idea is taking as much time as you possibly can out of your monotonous quotidienne to do whatever with the people who mean most to you. Shit, this is starting to sound like an ad for insurance, or maybe very safe tires ("What's YOUR family riding on?") I don't think I really have either of those things myself.
Most people I know right now are also relationship-ally (what?) or sexually disgruntled. If you're not, then we just can't be friends right now. :-) It was surreal, however, over the weekend, realizing that to some degree I've become That Young Twentysomething hanging out in bars with best friends I've shagged but can't build anything lasting with, all of us slowly realizing that time is indeed passing, age is increasing, finding new people is harder, and nobody is actively getting any HOTTER. It's like a punch in the face. i think I took another shot for that realization too. That I could tape my life and show it on Thursday night on ABC to moderately successful results.
"All I had for lunch today was a Coors light."
"Why?"
"that's what my dad gave me..."
Such began the festivities of Last Night, which were, indeed, at the very least, extremely festive, as was the toilet of one Jacob Hollis the following morning. Neither of us had felt so terrible in many a year, and we realized that gaining an extra hour at the bar right at 2am because of DST was probably actually not as good a thing as we had thought. How Zack rolled out at ten am and drove to Raleigh, I'll never know, because I was unconscious for it.
I had really needed to go home. After goofing up at work a lot and struggling at school and getting Totalee Dumped earlier this week, it was really just time to cuddle and get cuddled by my mom and the people that I know will be my friends for the rest of our natural lives. My mind has a hard time grasping just how long that is, but I'm dimly aware in my animal brain that something Incredibly Fucking Awesome has happened to me, and I don't even deserve it.
There was a lovely wine bar, followed by a not too shabby sports bar with an adorable, married waitress named Martina who just met us this week and has seen us three times. There was wine followed by shots followed by beer followed by shots, (suddenly, right about closing time, I had Immediate Fucking Need of another shot, which I am sure now I did not need at all,) and all this is a bad idea. Getting really behind on my work this week was a really bad idea. What's a good idea is taking as much time as you possibly can out of your monotonous quotidienne to do whatever with the people who mean most to you. Shit, this is starting to sound like an ad for insurance, or maybe very safe tires ("What's YOUR family riding on?") I don't think I really have either of those things myself.
Most people I know right now are also relationship-ally (what?) or sexually disgruntled. If you're not, then we just can't be friends right now. :-) It was surreal, however, over the weekend, realizing that to some degree I've become That Young Twentysomething hanging out in bars with best friends I've shagged but can't build anything lasting with, all of us slowly realizing that time is indeed passing, age is increasing, finding new people is harder, and nobody is actively getting any HOTTER. It's like a punch in the face. i think I took another shot for that realization too. That I could tape my life and show it on Thursday night on ABC to moderately successful results.