Tag Archives: Booze

What a Creep.

I’m the creep in this scenario.

Big time.

Last night I had a bit to drink. Maybe a lot to drink.

The mayor of our town happened to be at this same bar.

And I’ve been on a really big Twitter kick.

I was drunk enough I’d get excited every time I saw the mayor.

So I tweeted about him every time I saw them.

It was a little stalker-ish. A lot stalker-ish.

And turns out he saw them. And responded. I’m a huge creep.

In the future, I’m never, ever, ever going near Twitter while drunk.



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Marx and Vader

Yesterday was St. Patrick’s day.

I don’t really care about this holiday.

I’ll wear green just to avoid getting pinched by those obnoxious assholes who think it’s okay to pinch people just because it’s March 17.

But not really my holiday.

I really hate corned beef and cabbage.

Despite not really caring about the holiday, I went out last night. Mostly because I’d heard a rumor there was free beer at a nearby bar.

That turned out to be false, but whatevs.

I went with my roommate and a friend.

About five minutes after getting there, roommate and I lost our friend. Didn’t find him for the rest of the night.

Saw lots of people I work with, which was uncomfortable. Saw Curly-haired Crush’s ex, which was more uncomfortable.

Danced. Briefly.

After the last song, roommate and I decided we wanted to go walk around town because we weren’t tired. We also only had mild buzzes going on, because the bar had been so busy it took about 20 minutes to get served. I probably could have been served sooner if I’d flashed some cleavage, but it wasn’t really worth it.

We ran into an acquaintance of mine. We aren’t very close, but we started talking and got invited back to his place to hang out.

I’m so glad we did, because later in the night some people there started discussing Star Wars through a Marxist point of view.

Best. Discussion. Ever.


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What Do You Do With Your Drunk Time?

I feel like I should admit that I wrote the previous post while drunk.

Every bit’s true.

The story was just recorded while I was heavily under the influence.

I got asked out by an old man. Of course I felt the need to drink that night.


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Last night was a good night.

Up to a point.

There were two fantastic parties. Lots of dancing.

I talked to curly-haired crush (who happens to be in Spain for the next few months) while drunk.

I had a great time.

And then I threw up.

Fucking Mad Dog 20/20.

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I Lied…

I lied in the last post.

Instead of getting drunk to solve your problems, it is much better to eat an entire block of cheese and then get drunk.

Better for the body.



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Drinking Solves Everybody’s Problems

Curly-haired Crush moved to Spain today.

She’ll be there for several months.

I feel like shit.

The best solution is probably to get drunk.

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I’m trying to quit smoking at the moment.

It’s very unpleasant.

Last night broke down and smoked one.

Just one.

First one in two days.

Because I didn’t have any cigarettes, I had to walk my drunken self several blocks to the nearest convenience store and pay for the pack in spare change I found lying around.

All this trouble for one cigarette.

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