(btw, nothing happened in Vegas, it just happens to be what i'm watching right now...)
Bri and Rudolph kidnapped me last night. Rudolph and i were feeling bitter and cynical, so apparently Bri decided that we needed a night on the town. Somewhat against my will i threw on a dress and went with them. We had macccas for tea and then pre-drinks at Bri's... Galliano, vodka, orange juice, Kalour, orange nector, frangellico, crusiers...
We walked into town and stopped by Bri's workplace where we somehow scored a bunch of drinks and hung out with one of the locals for awhile. Then we all walked to the Havvy, and had a few drinks there with a few other guys that we knew. The guys were pretty keen on our leaving with them, but Bri and i held out and went with Rudolph to the Marble Bar - where the old guy from Bri's pub wasn't let in (apparently he was too drunk, but it looked more like they just decided he was too old). So we headed to the Cumberland instead. We took turns stealing the bartenders cool hat, and Rudolph and i were attempting to waltz or samba or something... bizzare. More drinks.
They kicked us out at closing and the three of us headed back to Bri's house. I was nearly dying at this point - i've got to say, it's rare that i drink too much, but last night was NOT good. Once back at Bri's i got well aquainted with the bathroom before collapsing into the spare bed. Not my finest hour. Perhaps that's the consequence of going out when you're mad at the world? Damned kidnapping.
In the morning we all felt like shit, so we sat around looking at the tv for awhile before Rudolph and i left. Before the feeling-like-crap set in, it was a really great night. Random friends, cute boys, good conversation, fun dancing, a pretty dress. All was good. So i think all in all it was an ok night.
Major downside? I lost my claddaugh ring somehow and am fairly devestated... i loved that ring so, so much that i would do anything to find it, but that's not going to happen. Stupid stupid. Stupid. I'm beyond crushed. Furthermore, i spent most of the day dying, with the world spinning - i think something hit me pretty hard last night. And i have blisters on the balls of my feet. Ouch. I hate drinking too much. Last night i didn't think that i had more than i could take - but i think the fact that i rarely go out on the town these days has left me more susceptible? Really, i hate being like that... not my plan for the rest of 2009. I'll be avoiding it as much as possible from here on out.
But i had fun with Bri and Rudolph and i laughed, so that's the main thing i guess. I'm going to look on the bright side and not think too much about all the crappy stuff. I just have to keep reminding myself of the good, rather than dwell on the not-so-good. Wish me luck! I'll need it.
Bri and Rudolph kidnapped me last night. Rudolph and i were feeling bitter and cynical, so apparently Bri decided that we needed a night on the town. Somewhat against my will i threw on a dress and went with them. We had macccas for tea and then pre-drinks at Bri's... Galliano, vodka, orange juice, Kalour, orange nector, frangellico, crusiers...
We walked into town and stopped by Bri's workplace where we somehow scored a bunch of drinks and hung out with one of the locals for awhile. Then we all walked to the Havvy, and had a few drinks there with a few other guys that we knew. The guys were pretty keen on our leaving with them, but Bri and i held out and went with Rudolph to the Marble Bar - where the old guy from Bri's pub wasn't let in (apparently he was too drunk, but it looked more like they just decided he was too old). So we headed to the Cumberland instead. We took turns stealing the bartenders cool hat, and Rudolph and i were attempting to waltz or samba or something... bizzare. More drinks.
They kicked us out at closing and the three of us headed back to Bri's house. I was nearly dying at this point - i've got to say, it's rare that i drink too much, but last night was NOT good. Once back at Bri's i got well aquainted with the bathroom before collapsing into the spare bed. Not my finest hour. Perhaps that's the consequence of going out when you're mad at the world? Damned kidnapping.
In the morning we all felt like shit, so we sat around looking at the tv for awhile before Rudolph and i left. Before the feeling-like-crap set in, it was a really great night. Random friends, cute boys, good conversation, fun dancing, a pretty dress. All was good. So i think all in all it was an ok night.
Major downside? I lost my claddaugh ring somehow and am fairly devestated... i loved that ring so, so much that i would do anything to find it, but that's not going to happen. Stupid stupid. Stupid. I'm beyond crushed. Furthermore, i spent most of the day dying, with the world spinning - i think something hit me pretty hard last night. And i have blisters on the balls of my feet. Ouch. I hate drinking too much. Last night i didn't think that i had more than i could take - but i think the fact that i rarely go out on the town these days has left me more susceptible? Really, i hate being like that... not my plan for the rest of 2009. I'll be avoiding it as much as possible from here on out.
But i had fun with Bri and Rudolph and i laughed, so that's the main thing i guess. I'm going to look on the bright side and not think too much about all the crappy stuff. I just have to keep reminding myself of the good, rather than dwell on the not-so-good. Wish me luck! I'll need it.
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