It's been interesting for some time.
I guess before I delve into what just happened recently, I just actually write about what happened two weeks ago.
Two weeks ago I hit a new low in my drinking experiences. I mean, it's funny as shit, but it was a new low, rather than one I've hit before.
To be honest, waking up in an alley, cold, in the rain without a jacket, not knowing where I was, not knowing when it was, felt almost normal for a few minutes. I just though "Fuck, I'm cold..I just want to go to sleep and wake up and figure this out later.." Then something snapped in my brain as I try to go to sleep between two houses, that I should find my car and go home. I then have to find out where I am, find a cab, and remember where my car is.
That, in a nutshell, was scary to me. I've woken up and not remembered where I was, hell I've woken up to people sleeping beside me and being very confused by it, multiple times. I've woken up in my own piss, I've woken up in others peoples piss, I've woken up on my apartment floor, I've woken up bloody, but "coming back to consciousness" in an alley in lower queen anne in the rain, kind of spooked me later on. I lost my phone, I had no idea how I got there, I didn't remember where to go.
It scared me, it's something so far off from what I have done ever before, no matter how drunk I got. It was out of personality so to speak.
So..(surprise) it made me realize I really do drink way too much sometimes. I go past my limit to frequently, so I set myself a limit, and more or less I've been following it very well. Since then, I haven't blacked out. I haven't gone over the top, hell, I haven't even had a hang over.
So me behaving is kind of terrifying, but I figure I should write down why, so in years later I can think of how silly I was to behave.
Moving on, past behind, more present now.
This week was fun, good clean fun.
Shorty's from 7 pm til 2 am. New friends. Being smacked around by Cage Fighters and San Fransiscians at pinball. Ironically, making friends with Robin and Jocylyn, them both being old DJ friends of Cameron, and his friend Shawn who I met that same day earlier. Later on realizing they were friends when I was chatting to Shawn at Cameron's apartment. Small world, they were going to the same wedding.
Kicks giving me encouraging looks every time he passed, made me laugh. I missed that guy. Walking Robin back to her hotel. Sure, she's 34, might have a 10 yearold kid (not sure on that one) and is vegan, lives in san fran, but she's damn fucking cool. I can't lie, it's fun flirting back and forth through e-mails and texts. Nothing will become of it I'm sure, but for now, since it's been so long, it's fun.
Next day! Quinns for lunch. Bartender making me laugh endlessly. Delicious sandwhiches and beer, pooting around with Tambourine man, then heading to the Cute Lepers/Femurs show at Seattle Art Museum.
It was fun seeing them. Femurs were fucking great. I'm glad I finally got to see them. Cute lepers, always a blast to see. One of my favorite bands ever easily. It had a good turnout of friends too. Chris, Allison, Leslie, Ryan, Ben, few others. Lot's of the usual suspects. Fun seeing them at SAM, totally strange. Specially drinking in SAM, and business meetings with Chris.
Afterwords, Pinball with Chris and Allison, then JuJu to visit Bobcat spinning..then more pinball, then back to Bobcat..I leave to go catch a ferry.
Because of fucking tourists I have to miss the last ferry by a lot, so I sleep in my car (after being exhausted already) for 5 hours..then to go home to sleep for 3 before getting called into work early.
And worked sucked a lot today.
But so it goes.
Life is still pretty amazing.
I guess before I delve into what just happened recently, I just actually write about what happened two weeks ago.
Two weeks ago I hit a new low in my drinking experiences. I mean, it's funny as shit, but it was a new low, rather than one I've hit before.
To be honest, waking up in an alley, cold, in the rain without a jacket, not knowing where I was, not knowing when it was, felt almost normal for a few minutes. I just though "Fuck, I'm cold..I just want to go to sleep and wake up and figure this out later.." Then something snapped in my brain as I try to go to sleep between two houses, that I should find my car and go home. I then have to find out where I am, find a cab, and remember where my car is.
That, in a nutshell, was scary to me. I've woken up and not remembered where I was, hell I've woken up to people sleeping beside me and being very confused by it, multiple times. I've woken up in my own piss, I've woken up in others peoples piss, I've woken up on my apartment floor, I've woken up bloody, but "coming back to consciousness" in an alley in lower queen anne in the rain, kind of spooked me later on. I lost my phone, I had no idea how I got there, I didn't remember where to go.
It scared me, it's something so far off from what I have done ever before, no matter how drunk I got. It was out of personality so to speak.
So..(surprise) it made me realize I really do drink way too much sometimes. I go past my limit to frequently, so I set myself a limit, and more or less I've been following it very well. Since then, I haven't blacked out. I haven't gone over the top, hell, I haven't even had a hang over.
So me behaving is kind of terrifying, but I figure I should write down why, so in years later I can think of how silly I was to behave.
Moving on, past behind, more present now.
This week was fun, good clean fun.
Shorty's from 7 pm til 2 am. New friends. Being smacked around by Cage Fighters and San Fransiscians at pinball. Ironically, making friends with Robin and Jocylyn, them both being old DJ friends of Cameron, and his friend Shawn who I met that same day earlier. Later on realizing they were friends when I was chatting to Shawn at Cameron's apartment. Small world, they were going to the same wedding.
Kicks giving me encouraging looks every time he passed, made me laugh. I missed that guy. Walking Robin back to her hotel. Sure, she's 34, might have a 10 yearold kid (not sure on that one) and is vegan, lives in san fran, but she's damn fucking cool. I can't lie, it's fun flirting back and forth through e-mails and texts. Nothing will become of it I'm sure, but for now, since it's been so long, it's fun.
Next day! Quinns for lunch. Bartender making me laugh endlessly. Delicious sandwhiches and beer, pooting around with Tambourine man, then heading to the Cute Lepers/Femurs show at Seattle Art Museum.
It was fun seeing them. Femurs were fucking great. I'm glad I finally got to see them. Cute lepers, always a blast to see. One of my favorite bands ever easily. It had a good turnout of friends too. Chris, Allison, Leslie, Ryan, Ben, few others. Lot's of the usual suspects. Fun seeing them at SAM, totally strange. Specially drinking in SAM, and business meetings with Chris.
Afterwords, Pinball with Chris and Allison, then JuJu to visit Bobcat spinning..then more pinball, then back to Bobcat..I leave to go catch a ferry.
Because of fucking tourists I have to miss the last ferry by a lot, so I sleep in my car (after being exhausted already) for 5 hours..then to go home to sleep for 3 before getting called into work early.
And worked sucked a lot today.
But so it goes.
Life is still pretty amazing.
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Yeah, sounds like working in the kitchen can be brutal too. Maybe one day we'll sit down and compare battle wounds and determine what's worse - cage or kitchen.
Hope you had a great American Independence Day.
Cheers!
I've gone over my limit a few times with the drinking (actually, I don't have a limit per se. Usually it's two beers. Occasionally three. I stop because I usually don't feel like putting anything else in my stomach. I weigh 112lbs for craps sake!) It is really, really hard for me to pass my limit. The last time I passed my "limit" was when I was in Berlin this past April. I went on a pub crawl and probably had four or five pints (there just happened to be shots too.) I threw up in the end when I got home, but remarkably, I always remember nights like this in their entirely. I don't know how. I've never blacked out, though. I'm totally fine with that. Just sharing!
I keep missing shows. I'm glad to hear you went to the SAM for the Lepers and the other greats. Hopefully I'll see you at shows or at Shorty's soon. I've been meaning to join in on the Wednesday, you know.