Aug 06, 2005 18:36
I'm being taken out for birthday dinner at 7:15 and then going to Memories in Torrington for the first time (well, I went on a Teen Night five years ago because Craig's band was playing there, but this was back when it was called Midnight Sun, so it doesn't really count). Nadine has volunteered to be DD. She laughs every time I say "On Sunday, I'll.... [insert anything I have to do on Sunday]". She has already told my boss that I will be non-functioning and made me finish all my work through Monday before I left for Chrisanne's yesterday.
The point of this tirade is: please pray for me that I survive this night and do not have another experience like in England where I get so drunk I forget how to take off pants and almost pee myself before Nadine can talk me through it through the stall door. Also, please pray Rick (my boss) does not find me lying in the road next to the bar waving to him while her friends try to drag her onto the sidewalk like Rigg. Please do not let me throw up in anyone's toilet until it clogs at 3 o'clock in the morning like other counselors at Patrick's. Please do not let me become so intoxicated that I am not aware that I need to use the bathroom and wet my pants in the back of someone's brand new car like Kel. Do you see now what a dangerous precendent has been set for big nights out? I'm just hoping for survival and the ability to stand tomorrow.
At least I'm not a blonde lifeguard lol