last night started out like BULLSHIT.
The house was on a super hill that killed me car/clutch/etc and my bumper while attempting to turn around in a driveway.
it was apparently BYOB to the extreme, which had been mentioned by NO ONE EVER. I know, I know…it was my own poor form for not thinking ahead and getting something on the way. Whatevs. Despite a flask swig of whisky here and there and a sip of wine, I was like totally sober. Had fun dancing though….which usually requires a high level of inebriation. Only Jager available in abundance, and that shit’s dangerously gross, so no go there.
My friend was off making out with some dude who offered me coke. Not for me anymore, bro bro, but thanks.
Ugh, it was like midnight and I was like THIS SUCKS. I went out to the porch right in time to see a friend arrive with a huge bottle of vodka. SWEET. And on that porch I ran into J, who I’ve been in the general vicinity of on several occasions for several years, but we’d never formally met.
Totally smitten for eachother. Right away. We’re hanging out later. He’s a chef. The night turned from lame to way rad.
The cops came and were actually super nice. Someone came out to say my friend was vomming in the bathroom.
My toga was THE TITS and it ended up a pretty sweet night, concluding around 6ish this morning.
yeah.
