So I was drunk the whole weekend. I haven’t had that much alcohol in a while and to prove just how plastered I was: I’ve got a ginormous bruise on my ass (and several smaller bruises on other various body parts) from apparently falling off a sidewalk into the street before crashing into a car. And then I broke my heel. AGAIN. My poor lovely red fuck-me pumps, I was going to rule the world with you.
Quick rundown of the weekend that was: nutty weather, “Green dress! Green dress! Green dress!”, Eric Kupper @ Embassy (!!!), “Pok-pok! Pok-pok! Pok-pok!”, pure Absolut (Jesus Christ), Grey Goose, eating two McDonald’s meals, sneaking in Aa, waking up (still drunk) in an empty bed with Aa going through my cabinet, and itching to drink again. Except I fell asleep.
Route 196, Session Road, PH 9.0 (my Saturday night accessory), Sol de Espana, an overpriced bottle of Tanduay (450 bucks? Are you fucking kidding me?), Lomos, chicken, nachos, lots and lots of pizza, waking up at the Meatshop, wondering what the hell Allah was doing at the Meatshop and why wasn’t she at work (that took a few moments to register), 7-11 morning alcohol run, beer, making Drew proud by not falling asleep and entertaining the guests, drunk texting the mancandy, and waking up just as the mancandy walked in.
“You’re so ta-LEN-ted”, Meatshop, more rum, friends, friends of friends, Sienna College girls, a bangus tattoo, Una Sikat, corporate phone messages, Helga Bear, and streetside camwhoring at 6am.
And now I feel like crap. Alcohol overload. I’d like a carton of Nativa, some fruit, and about 14 hours of sleep, please.