Late. Drunk. Promises. Decisions. Hangover.
So last night I got overserved. Seriously. I used to think that was just a funny thing my uncle used to say when he got lit up. This time, I was overserved.
The cocktails started out so normal. Well, actually I guess it all started with the martini. Then I was crushin on some 12 year-old scotch, and a bottle of wine with dinner. Then we hit the pool bar and I had a vodka soda (personal favorite cocktail - by which I mean multi-ingredient libation). The next one was accidentally tonic. I can't stand tonic anymore. So, of course, it was necessary to finish it as quickly as possible and wash the taste out of my mouth with an actual vodka soda. Then we went to another bar. Our waitress was a sweetheart, but not overly enthusiastic about chit-chat. We grew on her. Next thing I know shes rubbing my shoulders, and placing her hand on my thigh whenever she crouches next to me to get our drink order. In the beginning the cocktails were very small, and about 90% soda water. All of a sudden these huge glasses full of vodka start arriving, but Im still on a hard pace that started with the mini ones. Translation, Im now chain-drinking vodka. I make snap decisions; I make promises; I get back to the hotel at 2:30am.
Waking up was terrible. I hate waking up, almost as much as I hate standing up. You know when you have a really good sit going on in a comfortable location? I hate standing up in that situation. The sun was soooooo bright.
Every time I update, it seems to be about booze. Im not an alcoholic, but if I was, I guess you could say that I put the fun in functional alcoholic. You should come drinking with me sometimeits an adventure.
So last night I got overserved. Seriously. I used to think that was just a funny thing my uncle used to say when he got lit up. This time, I was overserved.
The cocktails started out so normal. Well, actually I guess it all started with the martini. Then I was crushin on some 12 year-old scotch, and a bottle of wine with dinner. Then we hit the pool bar and I had a vodka soda (personal favorite cocktail - by which I mean multi-ingredient libation). The next one was accidentally tonic. I can't stand tonic anymore. So, of course, it was necessary to finish it as quickly as possible and wash the taste out of my mouth with an actual vodka soda. Then we went to another bar. Our waitress was a sweetheart, but not overly enthusiastic about chit-chat. We grew on her. Next thing I know shes rubbing my shoulders, and placing her hand on my thigh whenever she crouches next to me to get our drink order. In the beginning the cocktails were very small, and about 90% soda water. All of a sudden these huge glasses full of vodka start arriving, but Im still on a hard pace that started with the mini ones. Translation, Im now chain-drinking vodka. I make snap decisions; I make promises; I get back to the hotel at 2:30am.
Waking up was terrible. I hate waking up, almost as much as I hate standing up. You know when you have a really good sit going on in a comfortable location? I hate standing up in that situation. The sun was soooooo bright.
Every time I update, it seems to be about booze. Im not an alcoholic, but if I was, I guess you could say that I put the fun in functional alcoholic. You should come drinking with me sometimeits an adventure.
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Especially the Transformers movie -- if you cry during Field of Dreams (and what person with a soul doesn't) you must be a wreck during Prime's death scene.
Oh, yeah who the fuck am I?
I'm dropping by to say hello on recommendation of alyk who recently took pity and befriended me. She sent me here with the idea I should say hello, and seeing as you rock good movies and stuff, I agree and now say that 'hello.'
slave labour, right , right