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 The ridiculousness that was last night … where do I even begin? First of all, as I’m writing this my partner in crime has already picked her car up at the airport and has left me here, very much hung over and very much in need of a good hang over remedy. Our night last night would definitely fall under the sloppy category.
It started out with intentions of going to Providence to the clubs but for some reason we never quite made it there… instead we went to a college house party filled with younger kids playing beer pong and shot gunning beers… there are certain things that I WON’T miss about college. I had actually been to this random house before and the last time I thought it was a great idea to steal the giant blow up bottle of Guiness that was hanging from the ceiling. Seeing as how I got pulled over the next day for speeding and the cop definitely gave the Guiness Bottle a look, I felt it was best to return it.
The party was fun once we met a few random funny people but we ended up leaving kind of early because my friend got sick and needed to go home. After dropping her off, my partner in crime and I felt the need to go back to the Bitchy Cliquey Bar from the previous night to meet up with a guy I was kind of talking to.. let’s call him BoyToy. So we get there before BoyToy and quickly realize that the crowd is totally different from the night before – mainly because there’s a firefighter charity going on. Yes. There were firefighters. Many of them. Some in uniform. I guess I’m just lucky in that respect. We got talked up by a couple of firefighters but were quickly cock blocked (is that the right word or is it like box blocked?) by BoyToy when he arrived and felt the need to drape himself around me at all moment possible. Side note: Boy Toys need to learn their places in general and realize that just because you make out with them once in a while when you’re wasted does NOT give them free reign to rub your back at a bar and claim ownership!!
So we decided to leave that Cliquey bar and head to a pub a little ways up the street. BoyToy followed us of course and didn’t get the hint when I stepped outside to have a cigarette with a cute musician. I decided it was time to let BoyToy know that I was not going home with him so after a quick make out session on the sidewalk (give me a break…) I dropped him back off at his car.
My partner in crime and I then headed to yet another house party. By this point it was probably about 2:30 and we still had two and a half hours to kill before bringing my P.I.C. (partner in crime) to the airport. The second house party was fun, involved some Mario kart and some more making out. There was also a girl from my high school there that no one can stand. She was the only other girl there besides the two of us and I felt the need to take it upon myself to make fun of her the whole night. For some reason, I turn in to a huge bitch when I drink and find it hilarious. It definitely doesn’t help when everyone else at the party is egging me on and my remarks seem to be flying over the poor girl’s head. She never did quite get the hint that no one wanted her there.
My PIC informed me… about 45 minutes before we were supposed to be at the airport that it was time to go. We left about 20 minutes after that making us VERY rushed to get to the airport. Somehow I managed to find my way to the airport even though we were still very much intoxicated. My PIC was definitely still holding a can of Bud as we said a very elaborate good bye – complete with running back and forth to hug and say good bye a million times – lots of waving a crocodile tears… until we both realized her flight was about to take off. I drove away and later found out that she had pretended to be from Italy and not know any English in order to get her way to the front of the enormously long line at the airport.
So I was left for the first time that weekend by myself… at 6am… wasted, and with the daunting task of driving myself out of the airport, which is NOT an easy task no matter what anyone tells you. I ended up paying about $30 in tolls because I got so lost and had to go through the same toll booth about 10 times. Once I got on the highway I decided that I wasn’t tired enough to go back home. I went back to the house party only to find everyone pretty much passed out except for two people. I’m not sure why I didn’t turn around and go home then… it was about 6:30am by the point and I was starting to get tired but not ready to stop partying. The rest is a bit blurry – I vaguely remember trying to cook a can of tomato soup first in the microwave (metal. Microwave. Mad idea.) and then on the stove (again – bad idea). I think at some point we stumbled to Dunkin Donuts but after that all I remember is waking up on my living room couch promising God that I would NEVER drink again if he would PLEASE JUST spare me the hang over this ONE TIME. No such luck, the rest of Sunday was spent pretty much dead on the couch watching Adam Sandler movies.
So there it is – the first weekend of my blog. Let me know what you think. You can leave the preachy comments for your church though, I don’t need to know what a sinner waste of life I am – I’ve already come to terms with this. Let me know if you think the entries are too long or if I should highlight certain things and leave out others. Thanks for bearing with me through my first wk end and I hope to see you back next weekend (or Tuesday night… whenever I decide to be a huge lush again)
Oh also, I've decided to stop being so anonymous and included a picture of my PIC at the airport with the can of beer.. I figured it was worth it.
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"box blocked" is hysterical... did you make that up? i never read it before today. i know you don't want to hear the preaching, but please do yourself a favor don't drink and drive. i have lost more than one good friend that died while driving drunk.
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Posted by jason
on 2007-07-16 11:14:35
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I have no preachy good intended remarks for you im sorry. I am the opposite of that. I cannot preach when i need the preaching. It sounds to me like you had a good weekend. I am working on not fighting, not being kicked out of bars/clubs, Not driving while intoxicated and not being arrested. This weekend i managed to not be arrested and not drive. Im going back out next weekend to try to do it all in one night. Im working on becoming a better drinker.
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Posted by laughing_gas
on 2007-07-16 12:15:59
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Shit.
I remember coming to one time - after having stopped at a red light - and the traffic was going past me. I was stoned big time. I don't know how long I had zoned out or where I had gone off to. Weird shit. Don't. Same with booze.
Aside from that, I still love your stories. What will we do now that your P.I.C. has left?
*weep* *weep* :o(
:o)
cheers
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Posted by badlydrawnstickman
on 2007-07-16 22:12:56
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On the many nights that I have been in the 6:30am wasted and still partying mode, ive found the best thing to do to salvage the next day is drink vitamin water. kinda odd to bring out with you, but it works so well. Ive gone to work with like an hour of sleep and a bottle to vitamin water and been fine.
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Posted by Veneto
on 2007-07-20 11:55:07
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