I almost just went downstairs now to get a Coca Cola - AKA sweet nectar of the Hangover Gods -- and, because the elevator wasn't working, I aborted mission. Stairs and any another attempts of mobility are off limits this morning -- wait --- afternoon. Excuse me. *sigh*
What was supposed to be a quiet Friday "night in" per my usual Movie and New Pizza Creation Friday routine, turned terribly wrong last night, but in quite a few awesome ways. I definitely woke up still drunk, thoughts not entirely in tact, and still in my clothes-- that may have been because I had no water yesterday, but then again I don't think I had the motivation to actually check for water when I got home at 7a.m. :( Eeks.
I played about 8 million games of dominos, had somewhere between 10 and 100 beers, and probably uttered about a gazillion drunken words. Double Eeks. :(
I am such an idiot on so many levels I can't even stand it. If I tell myself I'm going to do one thing, it guarantees I will go and do the opposite. Example: "I will not get drunk tonight"/ "I will not love someone who is completely and totally unavailable"/ "I will not kiss people I am not supposed to love and who are completely and totally unavailable". Check, check, and check. ARGH. I am a failure at life and at love (Well, okay, maybe not life -- i'm actually kinda awesome at it. )
Showing posts with label idiot move. Show all posts
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31 January, 2009
03 February, 2008
Ooopsie.
Well, I'm under stress. Much more so than last semester, unforch. My reflex to stress is to clench my jaw, and I've started to stuff my mouth with cotton balls in order to stop and I feel like The Godfather (he was probably under *a little* more stress, i'll give him that).
So what happens when on Thursday night I finally get my chance to release said stress via channels of alcohol and friends? Well....before I know it, it's 5:30AM and I'm at Gerardo's playing Rock Band, not putting in my best performance given my level of inebriation. And though the party continues, I decide to be "responsible" and go home because....I have to wake up at 7:30. A.M. to teach. And as I depart, KarrieAnn tries to give me a little nugget of advice: perhaps it would be better if I just stayed up. Nonsense! 2 hours of sleep is plenty.
Turns out, it's actually not. I sleep through my alarm (at least i think i remembered to set it....) and wake up at 10.
Essentially, I haul ass to my class, and there are like 5 students still there, waiting for me like little birdies who fell out of the nest and were waiting for mother. God it was depressing. And I felt/feel like a prize idiot. The worst part is, it's completely obvious why I missed class. I mean, you can't just, like, stop the scent of booze from seeping out your every orphis. You can't just pretend not to be completely disoriented with the world. You can't force your appendages to synchronize their movements as you stutter a lame apology.
These are the lessons I learned on Friday morning. That, and perhaps I should consider skipping the after bar parties every now and again; specifically when I have to be a functional being in the morning.
*side note*: On Friday night, my hangover and I had a date, and we decided indulge in a few culinary pursuits to pass the alcohol free evening, including crossaints, which turned out okay, and BAGUETTES which turned out f*cking fantastic!!! I'm officially the best cook in the world in my own mind .
So what happens when on Thursday night I finally get my chance to release said stress via channels of alcohol and friends? Well....before I know it, it's 5:30AM and I'm at Gerardo's playing Rock Band, not putting in my best performance given my level of inebriation. And though the party continues, I decide to be "responsible" and go home because....I have to wake up at 7:30. A.M. to teach. And as I depart, KarrieAnn tries to give me a little nugget of advice: perhaps it would be better if I just stayed up. Nonsense! 2 hours of sleep is plenty.
Turns out, it's actually not. I sleep through my alarm (at least i think i remembered to set it....) and wake up at 10.
Essentially, I haul ass to my class, and there are like 5 students still there, waiting for me like little birdies who fell out of the nest and were waiting for mother. God it was depressing. And I felt/feel like a prize idiot. The worst part is, it's completely obvious why I missed class. I mean, you can't just, like, stop the scent of booze from seeping out your every orphis. You can't just pretend not to be completely disoriented with the world. You can't force your appendages to synchronize their movements as you stutter a lame apology.
These are the lessons I learned on Friday morning. That, and perhaps I should consider skipping the after bar parties every now and again; specifically when I have to be a functional being in the morning.
*side note*: On Friday night, my hangover and I had a date, and we decided indulge in a few culinary pursuits to pass the alcohol free evening, including crossaints, which turned out okay, and BAGUETTES which turned out f*cking fantastic!!! I'm officially the best cook in the world in my own mind .
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