Last night was an adventure.
The organization that I interned for, and now volunteer for (and sometimes, when they can afford it, they pay me) had this super swanky fundraiser. It was at this phenomenal mansion overlooking the city. I mean....the place was unreal. Of course, I get pretty nervous around people-- I'm definitely not a schmoozer-- so I mostly sat at the bar and talked to the skeezy bartender. I hadn't eaten all day, thinking there was gonna be lots of food to eat there...and there was. But it was all meaty. So I had five glasses of wine and a beer for dinner.
Thennnn I went to The Big Throwback which is always a good time, and got even more drunken. I had to take the bus there, which blew, because no one else wanted to go with me...but I had to go out. Because once I get started drinking.....I need to finish. And by finish I mean black out. I vaguely recall eating omlettes and homefries with KEMICALPHUTURE and other people you don't know, but I do, afterwards.
Apparently I get a little sloppy when I drink, and somehow lost one of my contact lenses. It was my last pair and I couldn't find my glasses. I have TERRIBLE eyesight, so today I was walking around with one lens in. It really fucks with your depth perception haha. Luckily, my mom had a pair that I'd given her to try and she'd never used, so she brought them down and I am no longer blind.
I've felt sort of lonely lately. I haven't really been going out much. And it's not like my phone has been ringing off the hook, or at all really, with people wanting to hang out. Anybody wanna be my friend? Haha
Buy my arts, please?
Luff,
Sugarfoot Suicide
The organization that I interned for, and now volunteer for (and sometimes, when they can afford it, they pay me) had this super swanky fundraiser. It was at this phenomenal mansion overlooking the city. I mean....the place was unreal. Of course, I get pretty nervous around people-- I'm definitely not a schmoozer-- so I mostly sat at the bar and talked to the skeezy bartender. I hadn't eaten all day, thinking there was gonna be lots of food to eat there...and there was. But it was all meaty. So I had five glasses of wine and a beer for dinner.
Thennnn I went to The Big Throwback which is always a good time, and got even more drunken. I had to take the bus there, which blew, because no one else wanted to go with me...but I had to go out. Because once I get started drinking.....I need to finish. And by finish I mean black out. I vaguely recall eating omlettes and homefries with KEMICALPHUTURE and other people you don't know, but I do, afterwards.
Apparently I get a little sloppy when I drink, and somehow lost one of my contact lenses. It was my last pair and I couldn't find my glasses. I have TERRIBLE eyesight, so today I was walking around with one lens in. It really fucks with your depth perception haha. Luckily, my mom had a pair that I'd given her to try and she'd never used, so she brought them down and I am no longer blind.
I've felt sort of lonely lately. I haven't really been going out much. And it's not like my phone has been ringing off the hook, or at all really, with people wanting to hang out. Anybody wanna be my friend? Haha
Buy my arts, please?
Luff,
Sugarfoot Suicide
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So, I "owed" you. (Really, though, I just like to be nice. Again, sometimes.)
(Of course, previous to this gift in triplicate, my most "lavish" parcel was a Christmas '03/New Year's giftbox to my two best friends among my Peace Corps group. It included Reese Bites (which I later discovered, to my chagrin, to taste quite nasty), albums from Oasis & Steve Miller, a copy of Sex, Drugs, & Cocoa Puffs, another book (non-fiction, on medieval Islam, I believe), & a year-end top 20 (mine), et. al. It was quite the outlay, after the cost of shipping from USPS to the vama (foreign package receiving center). But, yeah...)
Anyway, congratulations, again. & good luck & fast work in getting THAT JOB. (Any job, I'm sure... But at least one that's above "burrito roller" at Chipotle.)