Debaucherous Weekend Part 1
Ok, honestly this blog has NOT turned into a showcase for all my intoxicated escapades...but I gotta share, I just gotta.
What a week. Let me put it in perspective....Saturday morning....I wake up at 6:30am with a pounding headache and dyng of thirst. I'm pretty sure this had to do the Gatorade Timbuctoo insisted I drink before bed. Speaking of which...I joined the party at the campus pub at 6pm on Friday and was pretty spun after two beers...the problem with drinking with these guys is that I'm having fun so I don't really censor how much I drink...with the result that I was pretty much blind drunk by the time we left for pub number 2. We got there and it's a bit of a blur...I was biting my lab mate's x...with no interet in him at all, tho I found out later I made the girl who was interested in him quite jealous...ooops...anyway, that's the highlight of that. Importantly, we all decided to leave and started walking towards I don't know where, but I-don't-know-where is in the same direction as my house, so apparently I decided to go home. It was the good move on my part cuz I was wasted. It's kinda pathetic.
Anyway, the next thing I remember really well is arguing with Timbuctoo about coming home with me...but I could see everyone else was well beyond us, so he'd pretty much lost the group anyway. Darn it-ish. So walking home with me, I was really adamant that he coudln't touch me or hold my hand. I don't rember if he was trying to or not, but I definitely remember insisting he couldn't....which probably means I was blunt and probably a bit rude. Getting back to my house, I'm pretty sure I was rude cuz he said sorta with angry resignation that there were some mix music cds he made me along with returning the DVD's he burned....that stung. My hangups shouldn't be played out on him...really. I was reacting to how badly I wanted to kiss him....projecting Freud would say.
Anyway, I went to bed and woke up at 6am...and tried to sleep until Timbuctoo finally arose...we chatted amicably...then eventually he caught a cab home and said he'd be by in a few hours...
A few hours we were on the way to the game and he casually asks that we don't tell anyone he stayed over again cuz it's probably a bad idea...the little voice in my head is saying "this is bad news" but the realist in me wholeheartedly agrees with Timbuctoo and so I agree and he comes up with the exact same story I had already come up with...so I figure things are good.
Phew...ok, I'll tell you all about Saturday soon enuf.
What a week. Let me put it in perspective....Saturday morning....I wake up at 6:30am with a pounding headache and dyng of thirst. I'm pretty sure this had to do the Gatorade Timbuctoo insisted I drink before bed. Speaking of which...I joined the party at the campus pub at 6pm on Friday and was pretty spun after two beers...the problem with drinking with these guys is that I'm having fun so I don't really censor how much I drink...with the result that I was pretty much blind drunk by the time we left for pub number 2. We got there and it's a bit of a blur...I was biting my lab mate's x...with no interet in him at all, tho I found out later I made the girl who was interested in him quite jealous...ooops...anyway, that's the highlight of that. Importantly, we all decided to leave and started walking towards I don't know where, but I-don't-know-where is in the same direction as my house, so apparently I decided to go home. It was the good move on my part cuz I was wasted. It's kinda pathetic.
Anyway, the next thing I remember really well is arguing with Timbuctoo about coming home with me...but I could see everyone else was well beyond us, so he'd pretty much lost the group anyway. Darn it-ish. So walking home with me, I was really adamant that he coudln't touch me or hold my hand. I don't rember if he was trying to or not, but I definitely remember insisting he couldn't....which probably means I was blunt and probably a bit rude. Getting back to my house, I'm pretty sure I was rude cuz he said sorta with angry resignation that there were some mix music cds he made me along with returning the DVD's he burned....that stung. My hangups shouldn't be played out on him...really. I was reacting to how badly I wanted to kiss him....projecting Freud would say.
Anyway, I went to bed and woke up at 6am...and tried to sleep until Timbuctoo finally arose...we chatted amicably...then eventually he caught a cab home and said he'd be by in a few hours...
A few hours we were on the way to the game and he casually asks that we don't tell anyone he stayed over again cuz it's probably a bad idea...the little voice in my head is saying "this is bad news" but the realist in me wholeheartedly agrees with Timbuctoo and so I agree and he comes up with the exact same story I had already come up with...so I figure things are good.
Phew...ok, I'll tell you all about Saturday soon enuf.
posted by Camel at 9:41 p.m.
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