The Prodigal Lush
Here's my night (Last time at Mexicali, I embarassed myself most ridiculously by throwing up all over myself in line for the bathroom -- not my proudest moment, by far -- and then washing my shirt in their bathroom sink like I was on the prairie...if only you could see me wringing and sudsing. I was sure I could never go back. The night is not spoken about anymore. But tonight, I had self-control! I have redeemed myself!!) :
Went to watch some of my colleagues play tennis.
Got suckered into hitting a few balls around. Didn't do so bad, considering I opt out of anything that involves running or sweating. Lots of power, no aim.
Went to bar. Ordered pitchers of Margaritas. Wasn't fucked up too early.
Called my coworker "whore-flavored icecream." Discussed other coworker's penis size and shape...wait, wait, alleged penis size and shape.
Drank more. Made fun of barflies. Got accosted by colleague's friend who was supposed to be going after my girlfriend. (This changed her mind about him, unfortunately, since I am still curious about his vanilla-type status.)
Drank more. Smoked lots. Tried to leave.
Leaving denied by coworkers. Snuck out. Forgot to leave money. Will have to give A money on Monday, or assume that G will pay, as always. But, he does owe me, so...
Roshamboed (rock*paper*scissors) with my girlfriend about whether or not she should sleep with accoster, purely on curiousity sake. I lost. She will.
Drove home, not drunk but definitely, shall we say, chatty?
Talked to Mom (was trying to call B), B. Navigated safely to the video store and dropped off my late videos to one of my favorite video monkeys, David. David and I had a few words about porn.
Made my way safely home. Figured out how to grasp my key and voila!
All and all. Not a bad night.
posted by macaroon at 9:14 PM
6 Comments:
sounds like a very PG-13 kinda night. I am surprised... :)
I don't think Prodigal is the right choice by any means but you can fream of grandeur just as I do.
I really appreciate your input on the diagnosis and love the idea that everything will be just fine, I know it will but that doesn't mean I have to like it or want it...
What if I want to go out and be that copycat Prodigal lush someday?
I won't be able to do so because I'll have to be consciencious(I think I spelled that wrong)of the side effects and repercussions of the meds.
I can't stand medication, I am actually afraid of taking meds...
Enough about me your the special one here.
I believe that you are prodigal in more ways than one, NE ME QUITTE PAS, later...
blu
2 scoops of "whore flavoured icecream" please. I'm a wreck and that sounds like all I could manage right about now.
Technically, you're right, Blu. I'm not exactly "Giving or given in abundance; lavish or profuse" in this annecdote. I was referncing the bible story about the prodigal son who returns to his home to be forgiven. I thought I could never go back to this particular bar, BUT! I was forgiven! Well, so to speak, in that it's been long enough that they won't remember exactly what I did last time.
I know your feelings about meds. Give it a shot. But think about other things too. Eastern medicine, maybe?
MsCardea...starve a fever. Then make some penis-shaped cookies! Bad girl.
You'll need shots after THAT sundae, Meredith.
And jeopardygirl...I have my PG-13 moments, but my friend A had QUITE the night after I left...will have to fill yall in after tomorrow at work...should be nicely awkward. Grin.
I'll drink to that!
I am more than familiar with Eastern ways and alternative forms of medicine as I spent many years living with a japanese family as a child, I learned a lot, Haaayyyy Yaaah!!!
I think prodigal is to general of a term and the boys upstairs need to specify WTF is really going on.
I may very well have met God and it doesn't make a bit of difference because its not like I can take my homies to see him, later...
blu
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