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Drunken Revelry
17 years ago
Man... what the fuck did I do on Sunday? Oh yeah. I shined my boots: they look pretty. Then I pretty much just chilled. It was a lazy day.
I got way too drunk this weekend. I started in the evening of Friday, slept some, and started drinking as soon as I woke up and continued until my bottle of Southern comfort was empty. I took a bit of a break on Sunday, drinking several beers at the local brewery that evening.
I had Columbus Day off, so of course I had the brilliant idea of getting supremely fucked up the day before I had to get back to work. Let's see... I started with a small bottle of Captain Morgan mixed with coffee and Monster. I was walking around downtown Fortuna with a corpie friend of mine and her currently-fired-corpie-boyfriend. We went to a neat antique shop and I picked up a traditional non-labeled shot glass. Then I went to the bar, saying I wanted a martini. I had a Ketel One dirty martini... and that led to other things. I had a shot of Snake River Stampede because I got to keep the shot glass it came in: a tall plastic shot glass that closely resembles a shotgun shell ("12 GA" is even stamped on the bottom of the brass :3). I finished that trip to the bar up with a Bacardi 151 on the rocks with lime.
I prefer to sip most liquor instead of shoot it, even if it's very strong. I've messed up and coughed in the middle of a shot and got some liquor down the wrong tube before. That wasn't fun, and I'm never doing it again. D: That and I actually like the taste.
Then I went to a Mexican fast food place and got some tacos, chips, and a margarita. I expediently went back to the bar to quickly drink a Jagerbomb before returning to my previous company. I quickly separated from them to go hang out with some people I didn't particularly care for simply for the fact that there was the promise of more booze... specifically E & J.
So yeah... I had a bad emotional breakdown later that night. I didn't get caught for being drunk on center (though I pretty much just hit the gazebo briefly before going to my room). Everything that's been on my mind kind of culminated in a wave of negative emotional energy. All I could do was think about what makes me hate living here. I'm working on improving my situation. I'm trying to get out more and am going to be looking into the gay scene here.
Enough tl;dr. Later.
I got way too drunk this weekend. I started in the evening of Friday, slept some, and started drinking as soon as I woke up and continued until my bottle of Southern comfort was empty. I took a bit of a break on Sunday, drinking several beers at the local brewery that evening.
I had Columbus Day off, so of course I had the brilliant idea of getting supremely fucked up the day before I had to get back to work. Let's see... I started with a small bottle of Captain Morgan mixed with coffee and Monster. I was walking around downtown Fortuna with a corpie friend of mine and her currently-fired-corpie-boyfriend. We went to a neat antique shop and I picked up a traditional non-labeled shot glass. Then I went to the bar, saying I wanted a martini. I had a Ketel One dirty martini... and that led to other things. I had a shot of Snake River Stampede because I got to keep the shot glass it came in: a tall plastic shot glass that closely resembles a shotgun shell ("12 GA" is even stamped on the bottom of the brass :3). I finished that trip to the bar up with a Bacardi 151 on the rocks with lime.
I prefer to sip most liquor instead of shoot it, even if it's very strong. I've messed up and coughed in the middle of a shot and got some liquor down the wrong tube before. That wasn't fun, and I'm never doing it again. D: That and I actually like the taste.
Then I went to a Mexican fast food place and got some tacos, chips, and a margarita. I expediently went back to the bar to quickly drink a Jagerbomb before returning to my previous company. I quickly separated from them to go hang out with some people I didn't particularly care for simply for the fact that there was the promise of more booze... specifically E & J.
So yeah... I had a bad emotional breakdown later that night. I didn't get caught for being drunk on center (though I pretty much just hit the gazebo briefly before going to my room). Everything that's been on my mind kind of culminated in a wave of negative emotional energy. All I could do was think about what makes me hate living here. I'm working on improving my situation. I'm trying to get out more and am going to be looking into the gay scene here.
Enough tl;dr. Later.
