Would she go down on you in a theater?

[hopita]

Well, this has certainly been an interesting weekend.

Last night was Co-op night at Arsenal Lanes in Lawrenceville. Lots of drinking and lots of bowling with the people I work with. And something else too: it was "bowlaroke" night. Bowling, plus alcohol, plus karaoke.

I'd never really done karaoke before. I sort of did it once, at an Antioch

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[suewan]

" Let's just ponder for a moment how drunk I must've been to belt out lyrics such as "is she perverted like me?" and "are you thinking of me when you fuck her?" to a room full of coworkers, and, yes, our General Manager too."...oh my goodness, Hope...you must have been extremely drunk..oh dear...wearing your heart on your sleeve, weren't we? Hope, I feel for you I really do.

[suewan]

Oh yes, I often wonder about the mixing of alcohol and broken hearts from personal experience. I've many cringing memories of alcohol and broken hearts together...ick. Forunately, now I've decided its better not to drink when licking my wounds. This is not a criticism of you, this entry just brought back a load of memories for me and why drinking is not a good thing for me.

[hopita]

It's funny, actually. I was saying to my friend Stacey (one of my closest friends from work; and yes, she was at the bowling alley) that Friday night was the first time I'd really been drinking alcohol since breaking up with Rob. I'd gone out with _aqualung_ to the bar a few times since then, but if I drank at all it was one drink, nursed very slowly over the course of the evening. Friday was the first time in two months that I just let 'er rip.

I guess my point is that, while drinking and heartbreak are not a good mix, well, hey -- at least I haven't been making a habit of it.