epic drunkeness and debauchery
So I went to the brewer's festival and was fairly drunk. I noticed that it was starting to get dark, so I decided to ride home. Coming down the ramp off the Burnside Bridge I totally eat shit. I get back on my bike and ride to Clinton. I can feel my face swelling and my hands and leg are all scraped and bleeding so I go into Dot's to get some ice. I'm all shook up and so it seems perfectly rational to order a whiskey. I tell my sob story and that causes my whiskey to reproduce.
I wake up in my room without my shoes or my bag. My cell phone is in my hand and I apparently tried to call my sister and possibly other people. I don't know.
Apparently I left my bag at 30th and Francis. I am going to go get it soon and I am glad that it has been restored to me. Hopefuly my bike key is in it. (My bike is still locked up on Clinton.)
Yes, it was stupid and dangerous and I'm lucky nothing terrible happened. It all made sense at the time in that situation and I don't really feel that terrible about it. I'm almost healed, so it's really kind of funny now.
So, maybe I've become slightly reckless. Whatever. It distracts me from being lonely and unhappy so yeah.
Rock out.
I wake up in my room without my shoes or my bag. My cell phone is in my hand and I apparently tried to call my sister and possibly other people. I don't know.
Apparently I left my bag at 30th and Francis. I am going to go get it soon and I am glad that it has been restored to me. Hopefuly my bike key is in it. (My bike is still locked up on Clinton.)
Yes, it was stupid and dangerous and I'm lucky nothing terrible happened. It all made sense at the time in that situation and I don't really feel that terrible about it. I'm almost healed, so it's really kind of funny now.
So, maybe I've become slightly reckless. Whatever. It distracts me from being lonely and unhappy so yeah.
Rock out.