Sinclair
11-12-2005, 03:35 AM
1. 1 swig of Keith's (beer's not my thing), 4 shots of rum w/ coke chasers, 2 of whisky, 1 with a coke chaser, 1 with Vernor's giner ale.
Si I'm a bit drunk. Not "fall down, puke in bed, get dragged to tub, also puke there" drunk. "Happy, fun, nice" drunk. Because when I'm drunk I'm drunk like my father is when he's runk, or so my mother's told me (And I saw some of it once, at a dinner with a freind and his apenrts, but this friend had ahd an allergic reaction to something, and so he zonked out, and so it was just me and my parents, my brother being at a Bar Mitzvah, and this guy's paenrts, and my father drank a bit too much, and got quite talkative, etc). I get happy, talkative, a bit loud, and nice.
Being drunk is when I tell my brother that he's a decent person, that he's my brother, and taht regardless of his faults, i love him. I should really do this when I'm sober. Hopefully I'll read this tommorw, and do that, but right now Im pretty drunk, and I might not remember. So, maybe remind me that I should be nicer to the little (Well, actually bigger than me in terms of height, since I was born premature) guy in future.
2. God DAMN are the people I chose to "run with", as I suppose all of you damned young folk (Ha ha I'm older in soul than i am in body) say, like a bunhc of fucking baby ducklings. Only me and 1 other guy had ANY thoughts of planning out what we were doing.
OK, so we get on the bus, get via subway (When I am told tha tmoney may be needed, WHICH I DONT CURRENYLT HAVE ON MY PERSON) to who knows where, sort of half-decide to get to a guy's house, end up there, decide we're going elsewhere, randomly wander off towards who knows where, end up with 3 guys buying food at Wendy's (I having traded a TTC token to a guy for the purchase of a spicy pattie or patty or whatever in a subway station food stand/kiosk thingy though iw as still hungry), then deciding to go to this other guy's place. Drinking in public being illegal and all, and also given that the money we had maybe not being enough to pick up the booze, and various other factors. And of course since I am the total SPIRIT of responsibility I refuse to drink anywhere except a private residence where I am invited to be, or a place deidcated to drinking, and the former is probably better.
Then we get to the subway, to go there, and me and the 1 guy mentioned previously wait. And wait. And the other guys "Went out for a smoke". And the nit turned out they'd wandered to some othert guy's place. SO we went to where we'd planned to go. And so it was just the three of us. And we sat around and did zip, the other two drank some beer, beer not being my thing. THen we got up, and did some shots, and I wandered around. I made sure to drink peltny of liquids! IMPORTANT!
Lots of cellphone calls were made, and it was decided that we were going to the guy's place where the others had gone, mentioned previously. Except then it was decided that they were coiming here. So eventually they arrived, me being sort of pisse.d
Then it turned out that one or two had ended up going to the "Dark Side of Oz",. which is something a theatre (Bloor Cinema? Should check this) does, wher etheyy play "The Wizard of Oz" without sound, the soundtrack being Pink Floyd's "Dark SIde of the Moon". Big with stoners, apparenttly.
Then I managed to get home, being drunk enough... I've taken the acetominophen... So I won't be too hung over.
YEH!
Si I'm a bit drunk. Not "fall down, puke in bed, get dragged to tub, also puke there" drunk. "Happy, fun, nice" drunk. Because when I'm drunk I'm drunk like my father is when he's runk, or so my mother's told me (And I saw some of it once, at a dinner with a freind and his apenrts, but this friend had ahd an allergic reaction to something, and so he zonked out, and so it was just me and my parents, my brother being at a Bar Mitzvah, and this guy's paenrts, and my father drank a bit too much, and got quite talkative, etc). I get happy, talkative, a bit loud, and nice.
Being drunk is when I tell my brother that he's a decent person, that he's my brother, and taht regardless of his faults, i love him. I should really do this when I'm sober. Hopefully I'll read this tommorw, and do that, but right now Im pretty drunk, and I might not remember. So, maybe remind me that I should be nicer to the little (Well, actually bigger than me in terms of height, since I was born premature) guy in future.
2. God DAMN are the people I chose to "run with", as I suppose all of you damned young folk (Ha ha I'm older in soul than i am in body) say, like a bunhc of fucking baby ducklings. Only me and 1 other guy had ANY thoughts of planning out what we were doing.
OK, so we get on the bus, get via subway (When I am told tha tmoney may be needed, WHICH I DONT CURRENYLT HAVE ON MY PERSON) to who knows where, sort of half-decide to get to a guy's house, end up there, decide we're going elsewhere, randomly wander off towards who knows where, end up with 3 guys buying food at Wendy's (I having traded a TTC token to a guy for the purchase of a spicy pattie or patty or whatever in a subway station food stand/kiosk thingy though iw as still hungry), then deciding to go to this other guy's place. Drinking in public being illegal and all, and also given that the money we had maybe not being enough to pick up the booze, and various other factors. And of course since I am the total SPIRIT of responsibility I refuse to drink anywhere except a private residence where I am invited to be, or a place deidcated to drinking, and the former is probably better.
Then we get to the subway, to go there, and me and the 1 guy mentioned previously wait. And wait. And the other guys "Went out for a smoke". And the nit turned out they'd wandered to some othert guy's place. SO we went to where we'd planned to go. And so it was just the three of us. And we sat around and did zip, the other two drank some beer, beer not being my thing. THen we got up, and did some shots, and I wandered around. I made sure to drink peltny of liquids! IMPORTANT!
Lots of cellphone calls were made, and it was decided that we were going to the guy's place where the others had gone, mentioned previously. Except then it was decided that they were coiming here. So eventually they arrived, me being sort of pisse.d
Then it turned out that one or two had ended up going to the "Dark Side of Oz",. which is something a theatre (Bloor Cinema? Should check this) does, wher etheyy play "The Wizard of Oz" without sound, the soundtrack being Pink Floyd's "Dark SIde of the Moon". Big with stoners, apparenttly.
Then I managed to get home, being drunk enough... I've taken the acetominophen... So I won't be too hung over.
YEH!