I need to stop, honestly. I'm going to kill myself.
I do love looking back on these stories though. If I didn't hate physically writting so much I'd just shitcan blogging and keep a journal, but I'm lazy and I've got a nice fat collection of memories already in the digital world.
I've been on a 5 day binge so to speak. I always tell myself what a bad idea that is to do, then afterwords, I'm always so glad I did. The last 5 days have been no exception.
It all started with Sunday night. Dreadful Children at Funhouse. Great show, was a lot of fun. My knees are still black and blue from being in the front and seeing along to Rotten Love (Briefs cover). Running into old high school friends (when you grow up on an Island, seeing people from the island in Seattle is always kind of an exciting experience) with all the normal nonsense inbetween. Phone numbers on my arm, orders for a bbq, burgers tater tots and others.
After work on Monday, Miles decides we should just go to the city tonight, instead of on St. Patricks day, and just start as soon as we wake up and not worry about getting there. Armed with a bottle of whiskey for the holiday, and we grab some pbr and sailor jerrys we go to "the girls from the 5th floor"'s house. These girls are kind of legendary when it comes to Miles. I've heard so many stories about these two when Miles used to live in an apartment in Seattle. They lived up to any and all expectations.
We start (and kind of end) with a game of kings cup. It gets just nutty when there was a triangle of never ending drinking. I had to drink when Miles did. Maggie had to drink when I drank. Miles had to drink when Maggie drank..and it just kept spiralling into death.
I have a mission: I started my binge getting a phone number on my arm (it seems to be turning into a frequent thing now) that I have to get a phone number on my arm for every night of the binge. Day 1 completed, I need day 2 completed. Let's go to the bar. Miles is feeling to drunk, stays home. Rachel decides to watch over Miles, so Maggie and Ken join me. Pitcher of PBR, but no women. Just the bartender, and some girl playing pool I wasn't going to bother with. We tell the bartender my plight, so she writes the bars phone number on the arm. We then call it, so Maggie can get a glass of water. Michelle wasn't very happy with us for that. Maggie to make me feel better (cause I said the bars number didn't count) writes her number on my arm, and we proceed to leave. Theres a girl outside the bar, and Ken decides to help me. Asks for her phonenumber, for her to write on me. She writes "1-800-your-mom" on my chest. We go back to the apartment. Miles and Rachel are asleep. Ken, Maggie and I keep drinking. At some point I have an issue getting my pants off to take a piss, so I more or less just piss on the floor/my pants. I struggle to get my pants off, I remember wrestling them off, and then starting to watch overboard.
Waking up in the morning, on the floor, with no pants off, holding Maggie on my chest. Slight confusion. I feel bad for the person who at 7 am on St. Patricks day saw me walking to my car with only a t-shirt and boxers drunk for a new pair of pants. Cracking a beer, pounding it then back to sleep. Waking up, laying on the floor/matress with Maggie, watching Monsters Inc, Ken in the kitchen and Miles and Rachel on the couch. We all stumble our way out to go to Hatties Hat for breakfast and bloody marys. Maggie goes into where she works and makes us more lunch for later.
Pee-wee's playhouse, then Miles and I take off for downtown.
Park the van, we catch a cab and meet up with Adalae and Meow and there friend..who I can't remember the guys name. Damn. Either way, Miles is feeling ill. I guess he puked up blood/black vomit so he's taking it easy. I on the other hand..not. A third lunch at bimbos. Miles splits to go back home, I go to comet with the rest of the gang, who split soon. I pound a few then head to Carolines. We meet up with Cameron and head down to the funhouse. I leave my bottle of whiskey, and flask at Camerons. Flask? Almost empty. Bottle? 1/4 left.
Funhouse is a hoot. The gang is all there. I'm pretty drunk, so Caroline and Camerons friend Nacole decide I'm cut off. I'm not allowed to drink for a specific period of time. I behave, have a drink after a few hours. Music is going, merriment. Shit's starting to get weird with Caroline and another friend, I keep my nose out.
I go to the bathroom, I turn around to leave the stall, and a guy bumps into me. I say "Hey man, it's all yours I'm done" and he clocks me in the face, right where I had smashed it days prior. "Whoa man, what the fuck? Happy St.Patty's day!" I try to get by, he hits me 2 more times. No idea why. I stumble out, bleeding pretty heavily, walk past my friends at the table and they ask what the fuck happened to me. I get some blood in their drinks, I have to go find the doorman. I tell the doorman some guy beat the shit out of me in the bathroom and is taking a piss, he goes in there to find the guy, pulls out some other poor guy, and I have to explain it's not him. Doorman Beau trys to help me find the guy, but no one can. I didn't get the best look at him and was a little drunk, but he was gone.
T.Jay being the ex-EMT checks me out, cuts me off. I go on through the night with a thing of ice. Everyone keeps asking me about it, saying "YOU'RE THE GUY WHO GOT PUNCHED!!" Interesting night. Fun for sure.
Shit starts getting weird though. Carolines upset, one of our friends is telling me Cameron and I need to go stay with Lindsey, and we're just confused. Cameron lives across the street, and Caroline has my stuff and I was planning on sleeping on her floor..! She's gone. I go try to find her down Denny on her way home. Camerons finding his other friend.
I beat her home, but she shows up, and we talk, head over to Camerons, grab a pizza and just watch some TV.
Yesterday, woke up. Kept working on the Jameson. I want my Bloody Mary. Nacole go to the Elysian, Cameron goes to work out, we go to Quinns, grab some food and good whiskey. Back to Camerons so we can go see Gomorra, an italian mob movie. I fall asleep during it, little too drunk.
It's time for my mandatory Pinball at Shortys. Meet up there at 7 and the gang from last night all trick in. Knuck, Lindsey, Nick, Ben. Jimmer and Brian show up as well and have two of their own friends with them. Lindsey was ones name? Don't remember the other. We've got a good few games of pinball. Jokes, stories. It's a lot of fun with a bunch of people because one person plays, the rest joke,drink, and wait their turn. I fucking love pinball, and it was a blast.
People disperse, we find Bua, with her ex, we joke and hang out at a booth. Lindseys friends Chris shows up..and at some point in middle of me talking to Bua he looks at me and goes "Holy shit! I know you!" turns out, he was a cook at Beth's awhile back when I used to go in their all the time drunk in the wee hours with Andrew. I would always joke and yell things at him, like him being a dirty cuban who didn't like Paseo. We joke and share storys, he now cooks at Saltoro, the restaurant my boss opened in Seattle as Exec. Chef. Small world. Tom Douglas is a hack apparently, and cashew gravy is amazing.
I walk up to Funhouse to say thanks to Beau and Brian for taking care of me last night. Ben, Jen, Danarchy, Caroline are all up there at this point. Caroline splits, I hang out with the remainder of the group. Shoot the shit till the bar closes. 5 point for breakfast, but after drinking for so many days I just have a sour stomach. I can't stomach any food, so I just box it up and give it to a homeless man. I get stiffed by a cabbie overcharging me, and find my van and sleep for a very long time.
Today, I'm recovering. I've got a nice shiner, a fat lip, an aching body and a lot of fond memories. It was a good 5 days.
I do love looking back on these stories though. If I didn't hate physically writting so much I'd just shitcan blogging and keep a journal, but I'm lazy and I've got a nice fat collection of memories already in the digital world.
I've been on a 5 day binge so to speak. I always tell myself what a bad idea that is to do, then afterwords, I'm always so glad I did. The last 5 days have been no exception.
It all started with Sunday night. Dreadful Children at Funhouse. Great show, was a lot of fun. My knees are still black and blue from being in the front and seeing along to Rotten Love (Briefs cover). Running into old high school friends (when you grow up on an Island, seeing people from the island in Seattle is always kind of an exciting experience) with all the normal nonsense inbetween. Phone numbers on my arm, orders for a bbq, burgers tater tots and others.
After work on Monday, Miles decides we should just go to the city tonight, instead of on St. Patricks day, and just start as soon as we wake up and not worry about getting there. Armed with a bottle of whiskey for the holiday, and we grab some pbr and sailor jerrys we go to "the girls from the 5th floor"'s house. These girls are kind of legendary when it comes to Miles. I've heard so many stories about these two when Miles used to live in an apartment in Seattle. They lived up to any and all expectations.
We start (and kind of end) with a game of kings cup. It gets just nutty when there was a triangle of never ending drinking. I had to drink when Miles did. Maggie had to drink when I drank. Miles had to drink when Maggie drank..and it just kept spiralling into death.
I have a mission: I started my binge getting a phone number on my arm (it seems to be turning into a frequent thing now) that I have to get a phone number on my arm for every night of the binge. Day 1 completed, I need day 2 completed. Let's go to the bar. Miles is feeling to drunk, stays home. Rachel decides to watch over Miles, so Maggie and Ken join me. Pitcher of PBR, but no women. Just the bartender, and some girl playing pool I wasn't going to bother with. We tell the bartender my plight, so she writes the bars phone number on the arm. We then call it, so Maggie can get a glass of water. Michelle wasn't very happy with us for that. Maggie to make me feel better (cause I said the bars number didn't count) writes her number on my arm, and we proceed to leave. Theres a girl outside the bar, and Ken decides to help me. Asks for her phonenumber, for her to write on me. She writes "1-800-your-mom" on my chest. We go back to the apartment. Miles and Rachel are asleep. Ken, Maggie and I keep drinking. At some point I have an issue getting my pants off to take a piss, so I more or less just piss on the floor/my pants. I struggle to get my pants off, I remember wrestling them off, and then starting to watch overboard.
Waking up in the morning, on the floor, with no pants off, holding Maggie on my chest. Slight confusion. I feel bad for the person who at 7 am on St. Patricks day saw me walking to my car with only a t-shirt and boxers drunk for a new pair of pants. Cracking a beer, pounding it then back to sleep. Waking up, laying on the floor/matress with Maggie, watching Monsters Inc, Ken in the kitchen and Miles and Rachel on the couch. We all stumble our way out to go to Hatties Hat for breakfast and bloody marys. Maggie goes into where she works and makes us more lunch for later.
Pee-wee's playhouse, then Miles and I take off for downtown.
Park the van, we catch a cab and meet up with Adalae and Meow and there friend..who I can't remember the guys name. Damn. Either way, Miles is feeling ill. I guess he puked up blood/black vomit so he's taking it easy. I on the other hand..not. A third lunch at bimbos. Miles splits to go back home, I go to comet with the rest of the gang, who split soon. I pound a few then head to Carolines. We meet up with Cameron and head down to the funhouse. I leave my bottle of whiskey, and flask at Camerons. Flask? Almost empty. Bottle? 1/4 left.
Funhouse is a hoot. The gang is all there. I'm pretty drunk, so Caroline and Camerons friend Nacole decide I'm cut off. I'm not allowed to drink for a specific period of time. I behave, have a drink after a few hours. Music is going, merriment. Shit's starting to get weird with Caroline and another friend, I keep my nose out.
I go to the bathroom, I turn around to leave the stall, and a guy bumps into me. I say "Hey man, it's all yours I'm done" and he clocks me in the face, right where I had smashed it days prior. "Whoa man, what the fuck? Happy St.Patty's day!" I try to get by, he hits me 2 more times. No idea why. I stumble out, bleeding pretty heavily, walk past my friends at the table and they ask what the fuck happened to me. I get some blood in their drinks, I have to go find the doorman. I tell the doorman some guy beat the shit out of me in the bathroom and is taking a piss, he goes in there to find the guy, pulls out some other poor guy, and I have to explain it's not him. Doorman Beau trys to help me find the guy, but no one can. I didn't get the best look at him and was a little drunk, but he was gone.
T.Jay being the ex-EMT checks me out, cuts me off. I go on through the night with a thing of ice. Everyone keeps asking me about it, saying "YOU'RE THE GUY WHO GOT PUNCHED!!" Interesting night. Fun for sure.
Shit starts getting weird though. Carolines upset, one of our friends is telling me Cameron and I need to go stay with Lindsey, and we're just confused. Cameron lives across the street, and Caroline has my stuff and I was planning on sleeping on her floor..! She's gone. I go try to find her down Denny on her way home. Camerons finding his other friend.
I beat her home, but she shows up, and we talk, head over to Camerons, grab a pizza and just watch some TV.
Yesterday, woke up. Kept working on the Jameson. I want my Bloody Mary. Nacole go to the Elysian, Cameron goes to work out, we go to Quinns, grab some food and good whiskey. Back to Camerons so we can go see Gomorra, an italian mob movie. I fall asleep during it, little too drunk.
It's time for my mandatory Pinball at Shortys. Meet up there at 7 and the gang from last night all trick in. Knuck, Lindsey, Nick, Ben. Jimmer and Brian show up as well and have two of their own friends with them. Lindsey was ones name? Don't remember the other. We've got a good few games of pinball. Jokes, stories. It's a lot of fun with a bunch of people because one person plays, the rest joke,drink, and wait their turn. I fucking love pinball, and it was a blast.
People disperse, we find Bua, with her ex, we joke and hang out at a booth. Lindseys friends Chris shows up..and at some point in middle of me talking to Bua he looks at me and goes "Holy shit! I know you!" turns out, he was a cook at Beth's awhile back when I used to go in their all the time drunk in the wee hours with Andrew. I would always joke and yell things at him, like him being a dirty cuban who didn't like Paseo. We joke and share storys, he now cooks at Saltoro, the restaurant my boss opened in Seattle as Exec. Chef. Small world. Tom Douglas is a hack apparently, and cashew gravy is amazing.
I walk up to Funhouse to say thanks to Beau and Brian for taking care of me last night. Ben, Jen, Danarchy, Caroline are all up there at this point. Caroline splits, I hang out with the remainder of the group. Shoot the shit till the bar closes. 5 point for breakfast, but after drinking for so many days I just have a sour stomach. I can't stomach any food, so I just box it up and give it to a homeless man. I get stiffed by a cabbie overcharging me, and find my van and sleep for a very long time.
Today, I'm recovering. I've got a nice shiner, a fat lip, an aching body and a lot of fond memories. It was a good 5 days.
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