Weekend Madness
Monday, April 2, 2007
I have been nursing a hangover since Friday. I know, its three days and trust me, its possible. It only means that I drank too much all weekend long. I had valid reasons to go out and party like its 2003 – for any lezies or heteros who don’t recall the most important event in the NCAA Wball , well lets just say Uconn vs. Tennessee March madness finals. And since, well…March ended and March Madness is coming to an end with only one final game to play (tomorrow night) I thought, hey why not celebrate an early victory. But that wasn’t my only reason. I have quite a few. Ok not really. As I am typing this I am trying to formulate other reasons for my drinking behavior. Chances are, I don’t have any.
Being the lady that I am, I decided to do a ladies night on Friday. I met with the writer and a couple of other beautiful ladies for some martinis at a bar downtown. We arrived at 7 and didn’t leave until wayyyy after. I actually don’t know what time we all left.
Around 10ish the bar turned into a nightclub, complete with a DJ who spun some hit songs from the 80s. I am a sucker for dance music, so I head to the bar and grab another round of martinis. As I made my way down to the dance floor, someone pulled me to the side and asked to dance. I never refuse, so I kindly said yes. I am not stupid and any other girl in the bar were like eagles looking for their targets – very good looking man, very nicely dressed and who is willing to pay for your tab. His name was Jonathan and he’s an actor (I’ve never seen him on tv, so he isn’t big – that was a bummer). So the actor bought my next drink and every time my tongue was searching for that last bit of flavorful apple martini drop, I was handed another glass. The drinks were coming in faster, as they always do once I’m drunk and sipping is no longer part of my vocabulary but chugging is a better term to describe my unladylike behavior.
I am very flirtatious. I wont deny that. I don’t care if I am flirting with a man or a woman – it will happen regardless. It doesn’t make me any less gay than I am. I am as gay as they come.
Following our exertions on the dance floor, I grabbed the writer (she was busy lip locking but I didn’t care) and headed outside for a smoke. We bummed a cigarette from a guy since we are both drunk off our asses and completely forgot our stogies inside. In my drunken haze, I thought it was Brad Pitt. I kept asking for Angelina Jolie and if she would like to sleep with me. He said no. the asshole played along and it made the situation even funnier.
I honestly can't tell you what happened after since I don’t recall how I got home and if I even made out with the actor or the writer. I don’t know.
I woke up Saturday to a text from the writer: “you are amazing!”
I smiled, turned over and puked.
I finally woke up around 2pm and decided to shower and head out for a little pre-gaming for the NCAA tournament that night. It wasn’t a smart move. And I’ll leave it as that.
So overall, hungover or not I am still 800 bucks richer than I was. So that will be another good reason to go out and celebrate.
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