Ugg... I'm so fucking hung over this morning. What better way to start a day that includes both work and a western philosophy lecture?
So this girl I've been seeing over the last few days likes to drink. I, as many of you may know, like to drink too. As such, we like to drink together. This type of thing can only be detrimental to my health.
But damn if it ain't fun. Yesterday was a gorgeous day, so after class we decided to go do something outside. The obvious choice, of course, was to go sit on the porch of the Irish Pub at Underground and drink beer. After that, we headed to Sidebar to meet some of her friends. While drinking at Sidebar, we were pondering what too do with ourselves for the evening. I was planning to go see Fight Paris at Under The Couch with Laura and Munchkin. That is until someone brought up the prospect of two dollar Jager shots at a bar near Mary Ellen's apartment. "Wait, did you say two dollar jager shots?" "Yeah." "Okay, that's what we're doing tonight." So Mary Ellen, our friend Alison (who is in my writing class, dates a guy I've known since the second grade, and lives with one of my ex-girlfriends) and I headed to Vinings. Once there, we met up with Mary Ellen's friend Aleshia (who has a large, faucet shaped bruise on her back from her Saturday night in the bathroom with my friend Steve) and pregamed for a bit.
All in all, the bar was pretty lame. So, naturally, I just kept drinking. By the time we left the bar we had been drinking for nearly ten straight hours. What better way to spend a Wednesday?
And, of course, what ten hour drinking day would be complete without its fair share of weirdness? On the way to the bar, Alison, Aleshia, and I were all crammed inthe back seat of a Mustang, with me in the middle. Aleshia (who had been flirting with me all night, but I had figured just to be a flirty type of person) began to try to hold my hand, and then started running her hand up and down my leg. And, of course, all this was happening while the girl I'm interested in is in the front seat. Guh.
Oh, but it gets better! Mary Ellen and her roommate drove Alison and I home later that night, since Alison lives about five minutes away from my apartment and we both have class this morning. Alison (who, again, is dating my friend and lives with my ex and who, because she flirts with me all the time, I had also just figured to be a flirty type of girl) began doing the same shit Aleshia had done earlier, and resting her head on my shoulder, and such. And, again, with the girl I'm interested in riding in the front. It's times like those when you wish life had an "ignore" feature. And, as usual, things like that never happen to me unless I'm dating someone. My life is very strange.
And, on that note, fuck western philosophy; I feel like a steaming pile of awful, so I'm going back to bed.
So this girl I've been seeing over the last few days likes to drink. I, as many of you may know, like to drink too. As such, we like to drink together. This type of thing can only be detrimental to my health.
But damn if it ain't fun. Yesterday was a gorgeous day, so after class we decided to go do something outside. The obvious choice, of course, was to go sit on the porch of the Irish Pub at Underground and drink beer. After that, we headed to Sidebar to meet some of her friends. While drinking at Sidebar, we were pondering what too do with ourselves for the evening. I was planning to go see Fight Paris at Under The Couch with Laura and Munchkin. That is until someone brought up the prospect of two dollar Jager shots at a bar near Mary Ellen's apartment. "Wait, did you say two dollar jager shots?" "Yeah." "Okay, that's what we're doing tonight." So Mary Ellen, our friend Alison (who is in my writing class, dates a guy I've known since the second grade, and lives with one of my ex-girlfriends) and I headed to Vinings. Once there, we met up with Mary Ellen's friend Aleshia (who has a large, faucet shaped bruise on her back from her Saturday night in the bathroom with my friend Steve) and pregamed for a bit.
All in all, the bar was pretty lame. So, naturally, I just kept drinking. By the time we left the bar we had been drinking for nearly ten straight hours. What better way to spend a Wednesday?
And, of course, what ten hour drinking day would be complete without its fair share of weirdness? On the way to the bar, Alison, Aleshia, and I were all crammed inthe back seat of a Mustang, with me in the middle. Aleshia (who had been flirting with me all night, but I had figured just to be a flirty type of person) began to try to hold my hand, and then started running her hand up and down my leg. And, of course, all this was happening while the girl I'm interested in is in the front seat. Guh.
Oh, but it gets better! Mary Ellen and her roommate drove Alison and I home later that night, since Alison lives about five minutes away from my apartment and we both have class this morning. Alison (who, again, is dating my friend and lives with my ex and who, because she flirts with me all the time, I had also just figured to be a flirty type of girl) began doing the same shit Aleshia had done earlier, and resting her head on my shoulder, and such. And, again, with the girl I'm interested in riding in the front. It's times like those when you wish life had an "ignore" feature. And, as usual, things like that never happen to me unless I'm dating someone. My life is very strange.
And, on that note, fuck western philosophy; I feel like a steaming pile of awful, so I'm going back to bed.
Purple Rain is classic, don't hate, appreciate. I can honestly say I didn't like it until I was about 24 though.