fusionface

somehow, in the midst of a drunken stupor, I managed to win 3 games of pool in a row. I may not have been able to walk up to the table very well, but once I got there, I shot like a pro. Maybe I discovered how to tap into my inner pool shark. The drinking thing was working pretty good for me until I passed out sitting up at the bar. My friends had to help me out to the car. Thats the last time I try and drink beer like The Fox from the Man Show. Still, its not as bad as when I was in NYC at The Bowery Ballroom and fell down on my face and was having trouble picking myself up. I got thrown out- literally- onto the sidewalk. I didn't even know how to get back to my hotel or what the name was. I stumbled down into the nearest subway having no clue where the train was headed for. It was either that or get arrested by the cops the bouncer said he was gonna call. After waiting around for what seemed like an hour and not seeing any sign of a train coming, I wandered back up to the street just in time to see some people that happened to be staying at the same hotel as me. I was able to share a cab back w/them and managed to talk the desk attendent into giving my a keycard for my room. I told him that I was my friend who paid for the room. Lesson learned- don't drink a water bottle's worth of vodka in less time than it takes to smoke a cigarette.
Cheers.