So I was in a shitty mood . . . god, I laugh at how elequent I can be about how inelequent I am, ha. Had a horrible night last night.
I found out about a show when I was at work, Fear is the mind killer. They were playing my old house so I wanted to go and just hang out for a minute. I realized that with all the problemns in the world the last one I needed was a drunken one so I went with the intention of staying sober, I brought some ginger ale with me. That lasted a whole 5 minutes because they had a bar set up. Then the show came to an end and I was pretty drunk, having fun and playing some songs for some too hot to be too young girls when there was an announcement about a keg party. So a bunch of us took off to go to it, it was for one of our friend's birthday. I got there and it was packed, luckily I was friends with the girl that was at the keg so I didn't have to wait in line. Then there was dancing music (the clash or something) and no one was dancing, and I was drunk and mad. So I got Tommy Perkins, (a great guy who is notorious for getting really drunk and doing stripteases) to start dancing and I started but no one was catching on so I gave up (not before a couple of hoots and hollers from the on lookers, I was drunk and dancing a bit, um, frisky.) So then I bumped into this girl Jen I've had the hots for for a while but she had always had a boyfriend, not anymore though. (she looks just like Olivia) We started sharing a bottle of vanilla vodka she had, tasted like cake batter, then I started to talk to some guys who were planing an all male caberet and I told them I wanted in. They started filling in the details . . . . and next thing I know I was laying in my bed with my clothes and boots still on. I just totally fucking blacked the fuck out. I remember a few things like I think me and one of the guys I was talking to started dancing with our pants down, a common occurance at west philly parties, but thats about it. My roommate tells me he was closing the door when one of his friend was leaving and I was sitting on my neighbors porch and he was like, "Hey Tim, do you want to come inside?" to which I replied, "Oh ya, I have a house" I plop down in the chair after knocking a few things over (he told me all of this, I don't remember a thing) I started saying fuck so he asked what happened. "Did you get into a fight?" "No worse" I yammered off. "What the fuck did you do?" I started telling a story about how I was making out with some girl and then her friends wanted her to leave but I wanted to come with, I think my pants were still down. It was at that point in the story that I fell face first into the coffee table and then leaned back and thats that. Crazy fucking night.
The only thing that bums me out is that I have no recolection of this girl or what we did, so whats the fun if you can't remember. It would really suck if it was Jen. Oh well, and I started the night not wanting to drink. Mayeb I should start the next night by saying. GO HOME!
I found out about a show when I was at work, Fear is the mind killer. They were playing my old house so I wanted to go and just hang out for a minute. I realized that with all the problemns in the world the last one I needed was a drunken one so I went with the intention of staying sober, I brought some ginger ale with me. That lasted a whole 5 minutes because they had a bar set up. Then the show came to an end and I was pretty drunk, having fun and playing some songs for some too hot to be too young girls when there was an announcement about a keg party. So a bunch of us took off to go to it, it was for one of our friend's birthday. I got there and it was packed, luckily I was friends with the girl that was at the keg so I didn't have to wait in line. Then there was dancing music (the clash or something) and no one was dancing, and I was drunk and mad. So I got Tommy Perkins, (a great guy who is notorious for getting really drunk and doing stripteases) to start dancing and I started but no one was catching on so I gave up (not before a couple of hoots and hollers from the on lookers, I was drunk and dancing a bit, um, frisky.) So then I bumped into this girl Jen I've had the hots for for a while but she had always had a boyfriend, not anymore though. (she looks just like Olivia) We started sharing a bottle of vanilla vodka she had, tasted like cake batter, then I started to talk to some guys who were planing an all male caberet and I told them I wanted in. They started filling in the details . . . . and next thing I know I was laying in my bed with my clothes and boots still on. I just totally fucking blacked the fuck out. I remember a few things like I think me and one of the guys I was talking to started dancing with our pants down, a common occurance at west philly parties, but thats about it. My roommate tells me he was closing the door when one of his friend was leaving and I was sitting on my neighbors porch and he was like, "Hey Tim, do you want to come inside?" to which I replied, "Oh ya, I have a house" I plop down in the chair after knocking a few things over (he told me all of this, I don't remember a thing) I started saying fuck so he asked what happened. "Did you get into a fight?" "No worse" I yammered off. "What the fuck did you do?" I started telling a story about how I was making out with some girl and then her friends wanted her to leave but I wanted to come with, I think my pants were still down. It was at that point in the story that I fell face first into the coffee table and then leaned back and thats that. Crazy fucking night.
The only thing that bums me out is that I have no recolection of this girl or what we did, so whats the fun if you can't remember. It would really suck if it was Jen. Oh well, and I started the night not wanting to drink. Mayeb I should start the next night by saying. GO HOME!
melladoree:
yeah every time I go out with that in my head, it seems the night always gets way out of control! ONE night that realy stands out, I even lost my shoes, puked next to my bed possibly while I was doing it with my ex, HE does not want to talk about the whole evening, so I still have not figured it all out! The whole reason I wanted to stay sober was because I was leaving to Las Vegas at the crack of dawn.... SO I wake up to someone pounding on my door, They threw me in the car and it was not till half way there that i realize there was puke all over the front of my shirt! I did not drink the whole time in vegas, well nothing but pepto bismol......