Surrender, Surrender, but Don't Give Yourself Away
I think Fortunato said it best Friday - "Amy, you're like a walking fucking disaster". And I am.
The last few days are somewhat of a blur. Scratch that, the past month is a damned drunken haze with short bouts of showing up to work on time. Joe came over last Thursday to visit me and I think it was the only night we stayed out of trouble. You see, take the normal trouble I get myself into, multiply it by seven, add 3.21, square it and find the derivative. That's a typical night for Joe and I.
I met him after work Friday and we decided to stop and have a drink before he had some business to take care of. We invited along a co-worker of his - Chris - who reluctantly agreed to "have a beer" since his girlfriend was at home bitching up a storm that he didn't come straight home.
That single beer lasted until 4:30 in the morning.
We went to the Strip to meet Tim and Nate at Roland's. I didn't have much money so I didn't expect to be out too late. Lucky for me the bartender lost my tab at the end of the night, charged me for two beers and sent me on my way. Sometimes having tits is the greatest VIP pass in the world.
At 9 am Saturday Chris and Joe's chairs were empty at work. They both walked in almost three hours late on a five hour shift. I met him again afterwards and we caught a bus to Bridgeville to wait on another deal before going out that night. What was supposed to be dinner turned into six hours of drinking before heading to a house party at Nate's. I was in no shape to keep drinking, but no one ever said I was well known for my common sense. At some point I walked downstairs to find someone laying on the floor. I thought it was Joe and curled up beside him, kissing him and saying good night. Five minutes later the patio door opens beside us and in strolls Joe who proceeds to just lay down between the guy on the floor and me.
Confused and drunk I found this to be hilarious, especially when I found out where he had been. It seems he wandered into the wrong apartment and when he realized he was walking around a strangers apartment, he couldn't get out the front door. This went on for nearly twenty minutes before he found the sliding glass door and stumbled back into Nate's. We really do make a beautiful couple.
Sunday we went to a picnic but after not sleeping for a few days and quite honestly too much tequila, I passed out and remember nothing of the evening. I also didn't remember to pick up my purse when I left and my phone, wallet, keys now reside in Burgettstown PA until further notice.
When I finally got home today and crawled in my window I thought to myself, my life's a fucking mess. Where's the Pabst?
The last few days are somewhat of a blur. Scratch that, the past month is a damned drunken haze with short bouts of showing up to work on time. Joe came over last Thursday to visit me and I think it was the only night we stayed out of trouble. You see, take the normal trouble I get myself into, multiply it by seven, add 3.21, square it and find the derivative. That's a typical night for Joe and I.
I met him after work Friday and we decided to stop and have a drink before he had some business to take care of. We invited along a co-worker of his - Chris - who reluctantly agreed to "have a beer" since his girlfriend was at home bitching up a storm that he didn't come straight home.
That single beer lasted until 4:30 in the morning.
We went to the Strip to meet Tim and Nate at Roland's. I didn't have much money so I didn't expect to be out too late. Lucky for me the bartender lost my tab at the end of the night, charged me for two beers and sent me on my way. Sometimes having tits is the greatest VIP pass in the world.
At 9 am Saturday Chris and Joe's chairs were empty at work. They both walked in almost three hours late on a five hour shift. I met him again afterwards and we caught a bus to Bridgeville to wait on another deal before going out that night. What was supposed to be dinner turned into six hours of drinking before heading to a house party at Nate's. I was in no shape to keep drinking, but no one ever said I was well known for my common sense. At some point I walked downstairs to find someone laying on the floor. I thought it was Joe and curled up beside him, kissing him and saying good night. Five minutes later the patio door opens beside us and in strolls Joe who proceeds to just lay down between the guy on the floor and me.
Confused and drunk I found this to be hilarious, especially when I found out where he had been. It seems he wandered into the wrong apartment and when he realized he was walking around a strangers apartment, he couldn't get out the front door. This went on for nearly twenty minutes before he found the sliding glass door and stumbled back into Nate's. We really do make a beautiful couple.
Sunday we went to a picnic but after not sleeping for a few days and quite honestly too much tequila, I passed out and remember nothing of the evening. I also didn't remember to pick up my purse when I left and my phone, wallet, keys now reside in Burgettstown PA until further notice.
When I finally got home today and crawled in my window I thought to myself, my life's a fucking mess. Where's the Pabst?