What happened this weekend
The title is both a statement and a question. This past weekend I went up to Chicago to see my friends and to actually have fun with people, rather than drink by myself in Peoria. After a 4 hour drive up (actually it was longer than that, I sat in traffic for well over an hour, but normally it's about 3 hours), I finally arrived at my destination at like 8:15.
I think I had openend a beer within the first hour of being there. Needless to say, I was drunk by the time we went out. There was nothing really too crazy about Friday night, except that there was a lot of dancing in our group, and we were pretty much the only people dancing. I think. Anyways, upon leaving, it was time for my fix of Mexican food. And was it ever delicous. Following eating, I played guitar for what seemed like a long time, although it was really probably just me playing like 5 songs, then saying I couldn't remember how to play the rest of the requests.
Woke up the next day at 8:15 to loud noises. Also, earlier in the morning there was about 20 minutes of incessant beeping, as someone's alarm went off, and possibly phone, and wouldn't shut up. So the day began at 8:15. While watching 7 consecutive episodes of Scrubs season 2, I decided if we weren't going to do anything requiring me to be sober, then there was no reason for me to be sober, so I started drinking at 1:30. Lunch came after I started drinking. Then there was another alcohol run, and we started playing bags. It started raining for the third game of bags, so everyone stopped. Not too long after that, I think, I remember saying from here on out, my memory is going to be hit or miss. I believe it was possibly around 10 when we left to go out, and again, there was much dancing. At one point I told my friend to be quiet because she was saying something loudly that she shouldn't be saying. She chose to poke me, thinking that I was just telling her to be quiet for no reason. Later, amid the dancing, there was a bottle dropped. Right next to my feet. Luckily all shards managed to not stab me, however, I do remember feeling glass in my shoes (which were sandals). Also, the cause of the bottle falling was that my poking friend was taking a drink and was bumped. Another result of that bumping was her getting a bloody nose.
I have no idea what time we left, but I'll just assume it was around 1:30. Again, I needed Mexican food (I love you El Burrito). On the walk to El Burrito, I felt it was necessary to show my ability to be a pack leader. Sidenote: I may have an unhealthy obsession with the Dog Whisperer. So, to show my leadership, I was chhting and poking my friends in the knape. Which I found hilarious. We get home, and I make love to my delicious Mexican food. I guess, I don't really remember. I finish and decide that the floor looks like a great place to pass out, so that's what happened. Amazingly I was brought back to consciousness and told to go to bed. Then there was a guitar request, then I finally managed to pass out, not on the floor.
Woke up Sunday after sleeping in, terribly hungover of course, and began preparing for the horrible drive home. Hopefully this week will go quickly because this weekend is going to be awesome and I intend to spend most of it inebriated.
I think I had openend a beer within the first hour of being there. Needless to say, I was drunk by the time we went out. There was nothing really too crazy about Friday night, except that there was a lot of dancing in our group, and we were pretty much the only people dancing. I think. Anyways, upon leaving, it was time for my fix of Mexican food. And was it ever delicous. Following eating, I played guitar for what seemed like a long time, although it was really probably just me playing like 5 songs, then saying I couldn't remember how to play the rest of the requests.
Woke up the next day at 8:15 to loud noises. Also, earlier in the morning there was about 20 minutes of incessant beeping, as someone's alarm went off, and possibly phone, and wouldn't shut up. So the day began at 8:15. While watching 7 consecutive episodes of Scrubs season 2, I decided if we weren't going to do anything requiring me to be sober, then there was no reason for me to be sober, so I started drinking at 1:30. Lunch came after I started drinking. Then there was another alcohol run, and we started playing bags. It started raining for the third game of bags, so everyone stopped. Not too long after that, I think, I remember saying from here on out, my memory is going to be hit or miss. I believe it was possibly around 10 when we left to go out, and again, there was much dancing. At one point I told my friend to be quiet because she was saying something loudly that she shouldn't be saying. She chose to poke me, thinking that I was just telling her to be quiet for no reason. Later, amid the dancing, there was a bottle dropped. Right next to my feet. Luckily all shards managed to not stab me, however, I do remember feeling glass in my shoes (which were sandals). Also, the cause of the bottle falling was that my poking friend was taking a drink and was bumped. Another result of that bumping was her getting a bloody nose.
I have no idea what time we left, but I'll just assume it was around 1:30. Again, I needed Mexican food (I love you El Burrito). On the walk to El Burrito, I felt it was necessary to show my ability to be a pack leader. Sidenote: I may have an unhealthy obsession with the Dog Whisperer. So, to show my leadership, I was chhting and poking my friends in the knape. Which I found hilarious. We get home, and I make love to my delicious Mexican food. I guess, I don't really remember. I finish and decide that the floor looks like a great place to pass out, so that's what happened. Amazingly I was brought back to consciousness and told to go to bed. Then there was a guitar request, then I finally managed to pass out, not on the floor.
Woke up Sunday after sleeping in, terribly hungover of course, and began preparing for the horrible drive home. Hopefully this week will go quickly because this weekend is going to be awesome and I intend to spend most of it inebriated.
posted by Jtrouble at 11:18 AM
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For the record, I feel bad about dropping that bottle on a packed dance floor, but really I would just consider yourself lucky that i didn't bleed on you. -LT
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