israphael

uh god please take my soul.

so here i am at 9:51pm and i am still very much hung over - sixteen hours after the torrent of alcohol ceased and the drugs wore off and i fell down for the last time…

but i’m getting ahead of myself.

i spent yesterday afternoon getting ready for the celebration, shopping and running errands. i was very happy to receive a gift certificate in the mail to express from my aunt, and was even happier to spend it all in one giddy spree. i also snagged ingredients for the yummy and surprisingly complicated (you mean i have to cook this goop in a bowl by holding it over another bowl of hot water…?) dessert i was to make for lauren’s dinner party. the other chores were, um, boring.

so i got prettied up (and looked rather dashing, i might add) and a bit happy on the carlo and headed over to tennessee’s place. tenna has a really beautiful house and lauren had put in a great deal of effort to create a wonderful meal, so the ambiance was very nice. i talked with a few of lauren’s friends i haven’t met before, and met some of tenna’s too. we started off some cute little tarts (not that kind you randy bastard), then had an indonesian salad, and gorged ourselves on lauren’s famous tofu recipe. my banana and bread pudding went really well after all that. to top it all off lauren gave me a (late) christmas gift – ‘sm 101.’ ah, she knows me so well.

we cleared out of tenna’s at ten or so and killed some time before heading south to rendevous with melissa at her friend nicholas’s house. unfortunately midnight came to pass while we were still wandering around the south side looking for the party, but none of us really cared because we were together, drunk dialing friends, and slugging the starfruit-infused vodka straight out of the bottle.

the party was nice enough (although there was some strange pajama theme that was a bit obnoxious) and it was nice to see melissa again. she’s a really great girl – a smart and spunky little art student. drinks up with the best. after a bit we ended up downstairs with several bottles of andre, the vodka (of course), cigarettes, coke, and this really annoying fat guy wearing a terrycloth robe who kept talking to me about the country music scene in nashville. the liquor and the drugs sat very well with me; by the time we cabbed up to another party in the west loop i was feeling quite smashing.

this party was one of those 2-dj, 25 buck all you can drink deals, but since one of melissa’s roommates was djing and the other was running whole deal, we paid nothing (yoink!). good scene, great beats (josh spins solid shit), and chill people. i danced a bit (like a total fool) and played cupid for a while. that’s always a sign that i’ve had too much: just walking up to total strangers who look like they’re not having a good time and being like, ‘hey dude. that girl over there’ (another conveniently placed lonely soul ‘has been checking you out all night. go talk to her!’ i worked hard for a certain pretty girl with a tiara who was either hitting on alexeye or me (i couldn’t really tell). i must have told thirty goddamn people in the party that she was giving them eyes. what a dork i am. i just hope she didn’t go home alone.

so the party was great. but.

but the free hard bar. ohhhhhhh no. no no no no no. that was the beginning of the end for me. i had already imbibed half a bottle of the vodka, a beer or two, carlo galore, andre double galore, wine…and i was getting refills of vodka tonics every two and a half minutes. maybe when they ran out of vodka i should have taken a hint, but no. no, i just moved on to rum and gin, and a hell of a lot of it. frankly, after – what, my tenth? my eleventh? – drink, my memory really doesn’t exist. i have a few flashes of falling down while dancing, bumping into people, and saying really really stupid things. the last thing i remember is an effort to find my stuff and try to get home…

well. from there you can just use your imagination.

i slept until two fucking thirty in the afternoon, and since i was cripplingly hungover, i’ve spent the ENTIRE day nursing my (literal, figurative) bruises, eating junk food, holding my heads in pain, and watching crap on tv. it’s like atonement for our sins last night; maybe the horror that is ‘starship troopers,’ ‘the league of extraordinary gentlemen,’ and ‘attack of the clones’ will set me straight. i don’t anticipate venturing out until tomorrow – i’ve got a hangover big enough to cripple a herd of rhinos.

so what’s the moral of the story? fuck if i know. it really was a fun night, i just wish it didn’t have to end up so roughly. but suffice it to say i’m not going near alcomohol anytime soon. ug.

hope everyone had a happy and less decadent time of it last night.

‘i’m gonna go drive around town and impale babies on spikes’ - eddie izzard