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| hiphulagirl (profile) wrote, on 11-11-2003 at 2:28pm | |
| Current mood: sick Subject: Last Night |
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| OK, having regained my senses, I think I can pretty accurately account what happened last night. So I was all amidst my cleaning and making packing lists when Tim called and wanted to do something. Dominic from high school, AKA Peewee, who I mainly knew from orchestra was back in town after being of a naval ship for the last 8 months. We went to his house to see what he was up to and his mom told us a bar to go find him at. So we found he, his father and his sister and had a few drinks. They were all having what Dominic's father liked to call girlie drinks. I had my Jim and ginger. His dad was all flirting with the waitresses and then his sister somehow picked a fight with some lesbians. So we decided to go to another bar, after which we were informed not to bring his dad around anymore because he called some fag a fag and it upset the dude. So then we went to the Sports Fan, which started as a chinese place, then was a bbq place, and now it's a bar. It has more business than it ever did and it's still owned by the chinese dude. So needless to say, The game wasnt on their TVs and they were playing a hideous selection of music that included ABBA, the Eagles, and some country all mixed together. We had had some shots earlier and then we did some more. Then we all tied cherry stems in knots. I had a few more whiskey drinks. Tim didn't drink much, as he was the DD, and taking care of me. Dominic had had a lot of vodka and cranberry, and aparently 8 months on a ship will make you a horny man. I was getting kinda drunk and i'm talking to Tim and Dominic is all feeling up on my hand trying to casually grope me. All the while i'm making these faces at Tim. Giving him the "save me" look. Because really, I have a boyfriend that i'll never forget about, and Ew... it's Dominic. So we finally leave, and hop in the truck, where He insists on sitting in the back seat with me so he's all trying to kiss me and i'm pushing his hands off me. Tim, somehow reading my mind goes to Dominic's house first to get him the hell away from me. I kept telling Dominic to go and he kept trying to get me to let HIM drive me home. HELLS NO. So we finally get rid of him and Tim takes me home. I had to thank him for all that. He called me this morning to say that after I left Dominic called him asking for my number. Tim gave him the wrong phone number on purpose. Now THAT'S friendship. So I pooped out last night. I hardly remember collapsing onto the bed. I awoke around 6 am sick to my stomach. I didnt think it was such a big deal. But then I started throwing up. For the next two hours. Around 8:30 am I hit the sack again. I got up only an hour ago feeling better compared to this morning. I had hit that bump where you don't want to throw up anymore and then you're just really hungry. Ah, the course of a hangover. And then there's the feeling where you never want to drink again. Then a couple weeks later you really want a beer. I hope i'm not an alcoholic. Oh. Also, one of those shots had some Jager in it. It wasn't too bad. But I wouldn't do it again. So that's the story. I figured it's been a long time since my journal has seen a good yarn. Also, i'm glad that I've got people around like Tim to watch my back. |
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ductigami | mmm.....beer!, 11-19-03 9:37pm you know dear i hope your not an alcholic either. Sometimes i wonder if i drink to much, then i remind myself that i live in south carolina and that is all there is to do. |