Yesterday I fell asleep at 1:30pm and woke up at midnight tonight. Then I went to town with some people and saw a reggae band play at the brewery. The room smelled like B.O. I ordered an IPA.
Then we went to the Fairview and I did not let myself get talked into doing a shot of salmon-flavored vodka. (Those who did said it tasted like ham. Their breath afterward smelled like ham.) I drank a duck fart, howevs. (Kahlua, Bailey's, Crown Royal.) Then I ate a hot dog. Everyone was standing around talking. Conversations like wet matches. I had woken up only two hours before so I didn't feel like getting drunk. If I had gotten drunk I probably would have forced someone to tell me about their childhood, and then I wouldn't have been bored anymore.
But imagine you woke up at 8:00am and by ten you drank a pint of beer, did a shot and ate a hot dog. Why would you do all that in the morning? Because you're an alcoholic. Or in a rock band. I'm neither.
So I went home.
If there is any good reason why I should not be chowing down gummy vitamins as if they are gummy bears, I do not know it.
I've been remembering my dreams lately too! And they're all about men.
ReplyDeleteI just woke up about an hour ago, so I better go and drink liquor and eat a hot dog. My rock band is coming over in a few minutes as well. Then we're going to an AA meeting.
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ReplyDeleteI wish I lived in a castle with Erin and Jessica.
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