There can be no other explanation for it. None what so ever. Sure, the fact that we started drinking in the afternoon could have something to do with it, but that’s just a lame excuse. It was the lights at the club that were making me dizzy. Like and old person. An old person who hit a wall and had to leave the bar at 11:15 on a Saturday night because the lights were making her dizzy and the music was too loud.
Did they have to turn the volume THAT high? Do you need to feel the music thumping in your bones? Couldn’t they turn it down a little bit and then maybe stop with the crazy light shows? Those were the thoughts going through my head last night when I was out with my friends. Along with, why would she wear something like that? Who does he think he’s kidding with that hair? And my favorite, why on God’s green earth is Claude drinking bourbon on the rocks?
Lame. I am officially lame.
Claude and The Producer came all the way from DC to hang out with me and I was very busy being lame. We spent the day drinking, eating, and walking all over town so Claude could find shoes. We then proceeded to play that little game called, “I really like the first pair of shoes that I tried on, but lets walk all over town, and then come right back to this store.” Super times. Whatever, it was an excuse to take a break from our drinking.
Two cocktails, a glass of champagne, two more cocktails, two more glasses of champagne, and two big margaritas made me lame yesterday. By the time 10:30 rolled around there was nothing I wanted more than to rest my head on a pillow and pass the fuck out. Meanwhile, we’re sitting at a bar and I had just asked Jersey Belle and Oingo Boingo to come hang out with us. So they get there, but no one can talk to anyone because it’s too fucking loud and the lights are making me want to vomit.
So what did I do? I left their asses at 11:15 so I could drive 45 minutes to get home and go to sleep. God forbid I’m still awake past midnight on a Saturday.
When did I become that person? What happened to the days of staying out until dawn, waking up at 2:00 in the afternoon the next day, and doing it all again? I miss those days.