I had a very big weekend, involving several different friends, schemes, and way too much alcohol. My body literally hates me right now. I went out Thursday with Precious to the Buckshot (the bar around the corner) to own the shuffle-board table and drink out of flasks. This bar is totally under-rated. They have ski-ball, shuffle-board, some arcade games (one with a gun) a pool table, a menu of fried foods, and a DJ who plays mostly Motown and 80's. It's like, add Diana Ross music to anything, and I'm totally in.
So, we ended up getting hammered, and I had the pleasure of watching Precious put on a huge charade involving 2 boyfriends at the same bar at the same time. It's true. I don't know how she does it. Oh, yes I do. Tyrone pretended to be my date so that her other man wouldn't know that they are dating the same girl. We are such assholes. At the end of the night, when BF #2 tried to come home with Precious, the heat was on for me to put on a show to deter him/give Precious an excuse to get away and go home with Tyrone. The plan was simple. I acted like I was terribly ill, and I said that I needed Tyrone and Precious had to carry me home and hold my hair while I vomit. It worked ok, I think, and then we got snacks at King of Thai Noodle. I also met a guy at Buckshot. I know, between my flask-drinking and fake dating, how did I manage? This guy was cute and really sweet, but he doesn't have one of my preferred names (see post below) and I think he would have been hotter if he didn't talk. (By the way, I already decided that when my blog gets adapted into an oscar-worthy screenplay, the scene based on this night will be one of the film's highlights. Hmm, I wonder who will play Tyrone?)
Anyways, the Buckshot guy called me on friday night a bunch of times, trying to hang out, but I was otherwise engaged. Duh, if you're a guy, don't call me when I'm with R2D2, who I'm clearly obsessed with, because not only are you going to get turned down, but the fact that you would even have the audacity to interrupt my precious time with r2... Well, let's just say it didn't make me very happy.
So on Friday, I was with a friend from school, and ended up drinking the equivalent to 2 bottles of champagne to my face, and alienated the bartenders and bouncers at both the Blue Light and Matrix. (btw- I still think that Matrix is secretly a gay bar.) R2D2 rolled up like 8 people deep, most of whom I have probably met before, but have no recollection of said meetings. After showering R2's BFF with compliments, I stole him away, back to the Blue Light. Lucky me, I got to make out with this hot bitch in the staff bathroom, which really only made me wanna get home sooner, and made the next hour or so kinda painful. My prize for such patience at the end of the evening was having the pleasure (no pun intended) of R2D2 in my bed all night... (insert dramatic sigh)
If I were a normal person, which I'm clearly not, I would have called it quits after my very big 2-night binge. Instead, I went out last night to a FIDM friend's birthday party, where we proceeded to make a huge scene in Mas Sake, and then an even bigger scene at East-Side West. (Really, we were dancing on the tables and made oh, so many friends.) I brought my friend Meg with me, which was a great idea, because I don't think that she often has the joy of spending an evening with a traveling circus in the Marina. We had a great time, got royally fucked up on sake bombs and vodka sodas, and ended up at some girl's boyfriend's house on Filbert street at 3:30 am, watching the birthday girl slow dance to Blackstreet with my good friend Noah. She wanted it bad. Wtf? I know.
As soon as it occurred to me that I should really get myself the fuck home before I have to go back to rehab, I was out of there like a bat outta hell. In doing so, I had to decline a very tempting and sexy hot tub offer from a guy who does have one of my preferred names. Who the hell turns down 4 am hot-tubbing with a sexy piece of ass? I know. What a tragic waste. But I'm so happy that I woke up alone in my bed today, because I wouldn't have wanted anyone to see the $63 worth of mascara and eyeliner that was all over my face and pillow.
So, good weekend? Most definitely. Would I like to go get drinks tonight? No fucking way. I have to stay out of bars at least until Tuesday.
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