  urlLink Wilco rules. Now, if only my sound card worked... A good night with the girls, Kelly and Morgen. Of course, it took me til 4pm to be able to start my day. Made breakfast, looked at it, and bowed over the sink to vomit up my medications. Mmm, boy. Nothing like our Long Island Vacations.
I sucked face with a woman (married! ) I'd never met before... and subsequently forgot her name. That's bad. Which part of that is the worst? A note to garner some scrap of respect - I was marginally adult about the matter by fending off a playful pair of hands from my zipper. The bar was empty, but isn't the bathroom a more appropriate place?
And shit, who can come anyway when you've downed six pint glasses of liquor and unknown quantities of girlie-shots? I drink precisely to dull my senses and stop feeling. Sloppy sex is great; sloppily drunk sex is not. Drunken Charlotte Mode : have people over after the bar kicks you out on a day that you spent groaning in pain and unable to walk. Then, in a white wife beater with nipples ablaze, begin cleaning with frenzied enthusiasm while whipping up a quick souffle while one guest makes an intimate acquaintence of your carpet. And what better to do following a night of hard drinking of hard liquor (and no food)?
Apply for a job at a brewery! I've been thinking about that place for months... being walking distance from my house (if one is physically able to walk, that is). It's just a front desk position, but I'd be fabulously over qualified... and as Bryan said, "a fox in the henhouse. " I met two boys last night at Penny Lane, my spot for a little pre-party drinkie. Dumb as dirt, but folks to chat with, drink with nonetheless. They wanted to come meet up with me and the girls later on, but it didn't happen.
Too drunk to follow my -simple- directions. Truth be told, I was over it before they asked for my phone number. Boy #1: "Why would you want to study Post-Colonial literature? " Me: "Because the world is an increasingly smaller place, and the issues of globalism and the power dynamics of cultural identity come into play with all sorts of things we deal with in our daily lives. " Boy #2: "What do you mean by globalism? " It was a whole lot of stupid sitting there in front of me.
I wish I had a better soundbyte to relay that expressed it more clearly. But nice enough. Just simple. And goodness, it's a good thing they didn't show up. Twas a small party. Not enough ladies to go around.
And not enough people to lose them in the crowd. I never know what kind of a situation I'm signing up for when I mix men I don't know and my drunken self making out with another woman. 
