:: Idle Neurosis ::

:: Monday, July 22, 2002 ::

Hard Liquor is the Root of all Evil

i have come to the conclusion that i need to stick to my twisted ice tea and beer, for when a person drinks hard liquor; it is impossible to gauge the alcohol content running through your body. 3 shots of an unknown substance and 4-5 raspberry vokda drinks later, my head found the bar as a comfortable resting place. shortly, i found an alley in which i regurgitated my beverages consumed earlier. it was not an experience i had on my agenda for the evening. i apologize for the gruesome details. i know its a bad part of the story, but its still a part.



i later woke up in my friends pat's car to a girl and a guy asking me if i'm alright. i was curled up in the front seat with the windows down, by myself. i thanked them for their concern and assured them i was ok. assuming my friends were getting last call, i rolled up the window and passed out again.



i'm sure there's more to the evening, but unfortunately i cant recall a good portion of it at the moment. if anything else exciting hits me upside the head, i'll let ya know.



but despite my illness, my lack of stamina to stay coherant for the remainder of the evening, and the large hangover which clung to my head/stomach the majority of the day, it was quite enjoyable. the atmostphere was great; small, friendly, and cozy. though our bartender, murph, made my drinks with the dangerous combinations of stiff and tasty, our tab for the four of us came to $18. murph, you are my god.



it was a sucessful evening. rob stated that i got hammered, i got sick, and i went 120. i was still drunk at 7:30 in the morning. a sucess it was.



newfound phrase: courtesy of moe, pup a chuck, mana subin a
translation: kiss my ass, asshole.


ya learn something new every day....

stellar lady:: Anonymous 6:41 PM [+] ::
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