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From the ghost land of the easy life.

27 August 2005

 in the forest of whispering speakers let's swear that we will :
Went out last night and remembered just why getting falling down drunk and bar trawling where never favourite passtimes. I've pretty much always know I was never going to meet the man of my dreams at the bar. I've also never really enjoyed the smoky club scene. I did go out of my way to get the slutty makeup and trashy bar attire on so I could pass club girl snuff with y and her ex-roommate - but it was all downhill from there.

After drinking 3/4 of a bottle of tequila rose in under an hour while playing the pick-a-word-in-a-song drinking game, I was still upright, not stumbling, slurring or sick. My co-horts were light weights who got wasted on an eighth of the tequila rose and less than 2 ounces of vodka and pepsi. I suspect they didn't eat much if anything for dinner. I also think I would have had more fun staying home since being the fifth wheel in a twosome of buddies leaves you unintroduced, untalked to and trailing around after eveyone else. BORING.

By 11.30 I was pissed. After paying for more than my third of the booze I was also being told I had to pay for the cab home and my own cover because the buds apparently felt that I am stinking rich and can just pay for one of them to come along free of charge. The highlight is I'm in a smoky bar with no one but a 19 year old sweat soaked gal pal I haven't seen in ages - who is hugging me repeatedly and trying to get me to dance. My lungs are burning and shutting down by this point, but at least someone is talking to me. I went home at midnight. Vowing to never do that scene again. Honestly there's no payoff in partying with mooches who are just milking you for money. Now that I know that about them, I will avoid it.

I'm pretty sure that y needs some cash as she was trying all night to get me to buy her stereo right then and there. Her and the ex-roomie were constantly talking about stuff they did and people they knew and I was just there. They kept saying some hotties were coming by but none did. There were no hotties I was into in the bar so it was a hottie bust for me. Good thing Bruce Willis was here to entertain me when I got home. I saw Hostage last night and I'm thinking I want to see it again. Tonight I'm gonna see Sin City. This afternoon I saw The Upside of Anger. I have done it, finally found the only other Kevin Costner movie I actually like him in. The other one is No Way Out.

I've decided when it comes to the whole party til you puke scene - I'm firmly with Roger Murtaugh, "I'm too old for this shit." :) Tomorrow I'm in hot demand so I'm resting up today. Last night did firmly cement my stance on living with smokers though, that'll be a NO. I don't need to develop my athsma to the point where I'm dependant on an inhaler. So far pepsi has been working just fine, and I'd like to keep it that way. I don't need another perscription in my life. That's also why I don't want to pick up any of the bar boys. Nuff said on that.

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 ghost writer Ambrrrr at 7:35 PM
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