After last week’s heavy mood of lethargy, I began questioning my own lameness. Then the Weekend came quietly knocking on my door, six-pack of Coors light tucked under its arm and a cigarette dangling from its mouth.

The weekend brought Hevs in tow, as we had made plans previously to dance our little bums off and hit on attractive men. Except, seeing as how I have reverse drunk-visionitis, I ended up hitting on a massive (not fat, just HUGE) man who was delighted to have my attention, until I realized I wasn’t into him and spent the rest of the night running away.

I seriously have a problem.

Anyway, KJax, Hevs and I were supposed to go to a stagette, but instead we downed a bunch of booze in an hour and missed the entire thing. We walked downtown singing “Lean Back,” when I leaned back just a little too far and fell on my ass. Winter Wipe-Out Count: 2. We spent the night at Dusk instead.

I had no intention of doing a two-nighter, but on Saturday I was informed that Beerman was moving on Wednesday (tomorrow) and so some friends were hosting a fake bachelor party. There was some talk of going to the Cotton Club, but I draw the line at strip bars twice in one week. I think it’s called PERVERSION. And also, I don’t like vaginas.

Anyway, I felt pretty old at the party. The girls were all skinny and pretty, the boys were all drunk and rowdy. Like a college party, except I didn’t puke in any sinks or fall down any stairs. But I didn’t know any of the other girls there besides Lane, and instead got heckled by all the guys. We played ridiculously loud drinking games that involved clapping and beating on the table, and then challenged each other to push-ups (well, the boys challenged each other).

After the madness, we headed to Trapper John’s to see Stevie G perform, where I ran into Lil Sis and proceded to drape myself over her with undying love. I had a ridiculously good time, the place was packed.

Funny, lately I’ve been feeling particularly down and out about my social life. It’s only been for the past few weeks that I’ve had some difficulty finding friends who want to go out for a bit to just have fun. Then weekends like this come along where I’m still suffering from a headache three days later. I expressed my concern to Lottie the other day and she said, “Are you kidding me? You have more friends than anyone I know.” I really do need to be more grateful.
Especially for moments like this:

Satisfaction.

(Also experiencing incredible writer’s block, sorry friends. Still trying to find some rhythm.)

This post is tagged booze, drunken skanks, Fun, nightlife, parties, social