and then he thought, i might as well post again. a few other drunken anecdotes might as well be included since i ended up getting smashed every day last week on accident.
monday: single release party for friends'/ex-roommates' band at strangelove. i drink on the way there, buy a double, which i finish and then have promptly filled with straight vodka from a waterbottle by a friend - "we'll share this."
i leave with a few others when it's starts winding down around 1 to go to the social. we get there and it kind of sucks. we buy one drink and "vogue". with quotations because it was joke vogueing. best part: everyone there thought we were totally for realsies. douchebags.
we leave there and head up the beaconsfield for drinks before last call. we order one then notice that one of my friends knows a bartender. hello second round. i get so drunk that i almost go home with someone that... it would have been a bad idea. no good for anyone.
stagger home.
tuesday: day off/of rest. i meet my friend meg for dinner at local italian eatery terroni. we have the cheapest thing on the menu (spaghetti) and, along with our friend alex, down 3 litres of house white. i forgot how much guilt free fun you can have drunk in a restaurant. the waitresses loved it. 150$ later, we head to the hideout, this dark rock bar a little east of the restaurant. like every time we've been there we get hammed beyond comprehension. we were drunk by the time we got there, some (not me, for once) more than others. we notice this couple sitting across the room from us obviously talking about us, but in a genuinely amused way and we're all "heyyyyyyyy come drink with us!"
we then find out they were sitting at the table behind us. we've found our drinking buddies for the night. i end up staggering home at 1:30 in the SNOW! wet wet snow, it melted when it hit the ground, me. i forgot it happened until i felt how wet my scarf was the next morning. that's also when i remember i called the near-regrettable from the night before.
wednesday: work 12-830. i end up at local west end fag night hump day bump... somehow..? oh yeah, i meet some people from work at the bakery and some regulars that come in for drinks at the dog's bullocks. 10 pitchers. not sure how much i drank but i walk from there to wrongbar for hump day bump.i get drunk and fast. i run into a few people i know and haven't seen in a long time. this of course means we all get drunker than usual. nothing exceptional happens. i walk the 5 minutes home.
thursday: the night before halloween party with the people i will be modelling for (whatevs). pre drink. bottle service. disposable camera. after party. 6am.
friday: day off. halloween. a bust. trying to forget it happened.
saturday: work at 130-630. go to a friend's house. smoke a lot. drink a bottle of wine and watch parts of i know what you did last summer, first wives club (YOU DON'T OWN MEEEEEEE), scary movie 3 (or something) and snl. get home and 2 (thank god for daylight savings).
today: work 10-630. now i'm headed off to baby huey's. there used to be a good free night there on sunday nights but it moved to bi-weekly covered saturday. lame. try to make sundays happen again. it will be a happening. it is 11 and i have to shower.
here's to being on top.
isn't it funny that sjp was supposed to be a smoking hot piece of arm candy in that movie?
