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um yeah, it was a Tuesday
Jul. 18th, 2001 08:48 amI should have known we were headed for no good yesterday. My flatmate Karen kept walking around saying, "We're college students with no jobs, we should be drinking. Want some wine?"
At dinner at La Morada with the Sku Keeper, who graciously wrote my other recommendation. We drank enormous maragaritas and talked for a couple hours. He's flying up to Baltimore this week for a job interview. Chemical engineering.
Our friend Ben is a bartender at Club DeVille, so we headed down there with Jim. I see why Keith likes the place- dim and retro. Reminded me of the Blue Light a little, and I felt intense longing to be in Prague. Jim and I talked for a quite awhile about the important things in life, short term vs long term goals and that kind of thing.
I meant to just have one drink. What were we doing out drinking on a Tuesday night anyways? And all those other people? But Ben was so persuasive with the free drinks, and willing to make anything I asked for. So I had this gin fizz that was largely gin and I think that was what did me in. Tasty though. Ben insisted we do kamakazi shots with him, and that didn't help my sobriety. Later I talked him into making a Texas version of a Moscow Mule. That didn't help either. But it made me happy.
I remember losing my shoe and laughing far too much about it. Jim took us back to Metro to sober up a bit and that was quite possibly the most surreal experience ever. Not totally drunk, but just enough to make things seem weird. Enough to keep forgetting that I was smoking. Jim and Karen played speed-crazy chess, probably the fastest I've ever seen them play.
After a chocolate macadamia nut cookie and a glass of coffee, things were better. I let Karen drive home, because a) she was more sober than I, and b) she loves to drive. So we trundled home down Mopac, talking. Came home and I wanted to write all my exciting observations down, but the internet was completely uncooperative. So here I am writing at 8 in the bloody morning. I feel more than a little silly writing about we went out drinking on a Tuesday. Tuesday.
So maybe I'll make up for that by writing a novel or something today. I want to call Bob about the firespinning practice, think I might go tomorrow. Need to get printer ink so I can print out that resume and package everything up for Americorps.
It looks nice outside... maybe I'll go swimming...
At dinner at La Morada with the Sku Keeper, who graciously wrote my other recommendation. We drank enormous maragaritas and talked for a couple hours. He's flying up to Baltimore this week for a job interview. Chemical engineering.
Our friend Ben is a bartender at Club DeVille, so we headed down there with Jim. I see why Keith likes the place- dim and retro. Reminded me of the Blue Light a little, and I felt intense longing to be in Prague. Jim and I talked for a quite awhile about the important things in life, short term vs long term goals and that kind of thing.
I meant to just have one drink. What were we doing out drinking on a Tuesday night anyways? And all those other people? But Ben was so persuasive with the free drinks, and willing to make anything I asked for. So I had this gin fizz that was largely gin and I think that was what did me in. Tasty though. Ben insisted we do kamakazi shots with him, and that didn't help my sobriety. Later I talked him into making a Texas version of a Moscow Mule. That didn't help either. But it made me happy.
I remember losing my shoe and laughing far too much about it. Jim took us back to Metro to sober up a bit and that was quite possibly the most surreal experience ever. Not totally drunk, but just enough to make things seem weird. Enough to keep forgetting that I was smoking. Jim and Karen played speed-crazy chess, probably the fastest I've ever seen them play.
After a chocolate macadamia nut cookie and a glass of coffee, things were better. I let Karen drive home, because a) she was more sober than I, and b) she loves to drive. So we trundled home down Mopac, talking. Came home and I wanted to write all my exciting observations down, but the internet was completely uncooperative. So here I am writing at 8 in the bloody morning. I feel more than a little silly writing about we went out drinking on a Tuesday. Tuesday.
So maybe I'll make up for that by writing a novel or something today. I want to call Bob about the firespinning practice, think I might go tomorrow. Need to get printer ink so I can print out that resume and package everything up for Americorps.
It looks nice outside... maybe I'll go swimming...
