um, i don’t know where to start.
what did i do this weekend other than party? apparently nothing.
thursday night dan went out for boys’ night with his best friend because he was feeling down. what do best friends do when the other feels shitty? they drink until it has nowhere to go except, um, out. dan got home and explosive-barfed all over the front of his room. barfed on records, his doc martens box, halfway up the door… i wouldn’t be surprised if he managed to up-chuck on the ceiling. to be fair he’s almost entirely sure he ate something bad because there was a lot of blood too.
on friday night i sat in his bed listening to the spacemen 3 album he barfed on (protective plastic still on, at the time), and drank a 40 until we had to leave to go see his band’s show. while i drank, he did this:
and if that’s not bad enough, i blacked out at the show, drank more beer that i didn’t even pay for, and then we went to go see shitty dad’s band play at another bar, where dan bought me quartz after quartz. i don’t even remember getting home, but apparently i did, because i woke up next to my boyfriend.
dan and i had breakfast with jon & the twins and left right after because he was playing a show in montreal. i did a few groceries and walked home only to realize blackout elle lost my keys somewhere in the apartment the night before, and i hadn’t noticed because dan was the one to lock up before breakfast with his set of keys.
it’s a good thing my friends are made of gold and eat unicorns and daffodils for breakfast because gen drove to my parents’ place (about ten minutes from her house) to get my spare set, and then drove to my house downtown (halfway across the city), to let me into my apartment. i sat on the floor in front of my door reading magazines, checking facebook on my phone, and contemplating opening the bottle of wine i’d bought for my brother’s christmas party that night.
when gen finally let me in i had about 40 minutes to make an artichoke dip, shower, and look cute & sober before yet another ridiculous night.
…have any of you seen beerfest?
the glass boot? DAS BOOT? i won that in the stealing santa game at the party, and just about every human there subsequently dumped their drink in it, and i had to DRINK THA BOOT.
and drink the boot i did:
my blackout eyes are in full effect.
i don’t remember much from the evening but some arrogant stranger threatened to beat me up in my own brother’s house because she thought i was chirping her (shitty) music taste, when i was actually just yelling at the computer to stop freezing.
i bailed out at 5 in the morning, didn’t get to bed til 6, and was all fucked up for the rest of the day. i went to the grocery store again (this time with my keys), and spent my life savings on marley drank (the opposite of red bull- it has valerian and melatonin in it, etc…)
i basically snoozed on soul, mon.
a few years back i suffered from a brief stint of insomnia. to help keep a regular work routine and you know, so i wouldn’t go completely bat-shit crazy, i started taking sleeping pills or melatonin strips at night. i never had any issues with sleeping aids, but there were a few times i’d get night terrors if i’d take the melatonin. i don’t know if it was the half awake state that fucked with my head, but the terrors were awful.
that being said i spent the entire day and night having the most awful night terrors i’d experienced since living with m. when i finally screamed myself awake i went to get dan and asked him to hold me til i fell asleep, and to wake me if i started having a terror.
the next day at work was awful- i was in a constant state of gagging, and i was soaked through my clothes with a cold sweat. i think a lot of it has to do with the two benders i went on, and the fact that i probably got a total of 3 hours sleep the entire weekend, not to mention the marley’s mellow medleyi gulped down in the matter of seconds… needless to say i’m in desperate need of a healthy nap, and i have to take it easy for a few days.
party til you kill yourself, apparently?
hi, i’m responsible.