So. This weekend. Quite the weekend. I have decided that, instead of going into great detail as your attention spans probably match mine, I will update in list form. If anything you see you'd like to learn more about, leave me a comment and I will expand upon it in a later journal entry. So, with no further adieu, this weekend in chronological order:
-El Cid happy hour with the Rev. Johnny Wallet
-Meeting Ray, the 75 year old self-named "Sexiest Fat Boy". Lots of talk to Cuban cigars, sex toys, and a story that ended in his doctor saying, "Watch it, or next time it'll be two fingers instead of one."
-Getting drunk
-Man Man!
-More drunk
-Meeting two fellows that I had gone to Jewish sleep away camp with years and years ago
-Li' more drunk
-Going to another show, ignoring the boy I was with to hit on the girl I was sitting next to for about a half hour, only to find out that my date is dating her and no, she wasn't "totally digging me" like I had thought.
-Losing my purse
-Rescued by the Reverend to eat terrible strawberry marshmallows and, for the first time ever, macaroni and cheese, and passing out on a couch.
-Waking up somewhat hungover, going to sleep on the bathroom floor for two hours having lucid dreams that kept switching from color to black and white.
-Finding my purse
-Toast with avocado and mimosas
-Sweet walkie talkies and a set of golf clubs at a garage sale
-While on a quest for rhubarb at the market, somehow falling down and injuring my foot so's I can't walk on it anymore. To clarify, I was in no way inhebriated when I hurt my foot. I'm just really clumsy.
-Urgent care, x-rays, still dunno what's wrong
-Little Gray Book Lectures
-Mum picked me up and drove me to her house in the suburb/boonies
-Father's Day dinner was cancelled because Dad was having major chest/torso pain
-Ended up taking Dad to the ER with Mom and Brother, since you can't be too careful with an 81 year old guy. Stayed there for hours and hours.
-Turns out he needs his gallbladder out, probably today.
-Had crazy dreams last night about Mike, Anja, someone who may have been Pairs Hilton, and me dating the main fellow from Entourage.
-Waiting around for my appointment to see a man about a foot.
There you have it.
End Transmission
UPDATE 438PM: My dad is fine. I, on the other hand, am not. My foot is broken. I have to wear a hideous, embarrassing boot-cast-thing. I don't know if I can go to Chicago. I don't know how I'm going to get to work or where I'm going to stay. Everything is totally fucked. I can't drive for possibly 3 months. My mom is annoyed because I've been crying nonstop for the past 45 minutes.
-El Cid happy hour with the Rev. Johnny Wallet
-Meeting Ray, the 75 year old self-named "Sexiest Fat Boy". Lots of talk to Cuban cigars, sex toys, and a story that ended in his doctor saying, "Watch it, or next time it'll be two fingers instead of one."
-Getting drunk
-Man Man!
-More drunk
-Meeting two fellows that I had gone to Jewish sleep away camp with years and years ago
-Li' more drunk
-Going to another show, ignoring the boy I was with to hit on the girl I was sitting next to for about a half hour, only to find out that my date is dating her and no, she wasn't "totally digging me" like I had thought.
-Losing my purse
-Rescued by the Reverend to eat terrible strawberry marshmallows and, for the first time ever, macaroni and cheese, and passing out on a couch.
-Waking up somewhat hungover, going to sleep on the bathroom floor for two hours having lucid dreams that kept switching from color to black and white.
-Finding my purse
-Toast with avocado and mimosas
-Sweet walkie talkies and a set of golf clubs at a garage sale
-While on a quest for rhubarb at the market, somehow falling down and injuring my foot so's I can't walk on it anymore. To clarify, I was in no way inhebriated when I hurt my foot. I'm just really clumsy.
-Urgent care, x-rays, still dunno what's wrong
-Little Gray Book Lectures
-Mum picked me up and drove me to her house in the suburb/boonies
-Father's Day dinner was cancelled because Dad was having major chest/torso pain
-Ended up taking Dad to the ER with Mom and Brother, since you can't be too careful with an 81 year old guy. Stayed there for hours and hours.
-Turns out he needs his gallbladder out, probably today.
-Had crazy dreams last night about Mike, Anja, someone who may have been Pairs Hilton, and me dating the main fellow from Entourage.
-Waiting around for my appointment to see a man about a foot.
There you have it.
End Transmission
UPDATE 438PM: My dad is fine. I, on the other hand, am not. My foot is broken. I have to wear a hideous, embarrassing boot-cast-thing. I don't know if I can go to Chicago. I don't know how I'm going to get to work or where I'm going to stay. Everything is totally fucked. I can't drive for possibly 3 months. My mom is annoyed because I've been crying nonstop for the past 45 minutes.
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can I draw on yr cast? or do it up all fancy like on that one episode of the cosby show where Claire broke her foot?