The closed door was decorated.It shut with a bang.

When you’re addicted to blogging as much as I am,you tend to count every step you take. And look for blog worthy material in a marker to a ruffled pillow and  a wayward mind.

But,if you’re as lazy as I am,you end up doing nothing about it.

Like I did.

And Do.

I can’t organize my thoughts to sum up one sumptuous blog post ,but I had one awesome summing up of a hectic week.

It involves alchohol.

I know I got you interested.Hooked.One word.See?Even spelled out on a blog makes you want it.

So yesterday I attended class and then came home,and passed out.

But here’s the in betweens.

I’m 5 foot nothing.(the realization of this statement comes afterwards,trust me.I hope)

I met a friend  who went for college outside the state.Mister A looked like a shaggy sheep dog,but pleasant.A known face and aura always is J.

Also?

I came up to somewhere near his chest.Hovered about it,I should say. And he vouched for it that I looked shorter.Pfft.Sheep dog.

Cab ride to Park Street.

3 30 mls of vodka and a shared beef steak later we hopped to Mags[Magnolia] for shots.

No shots,no liquer.So we had a cocktail each.

Blue Havana for me,Whiskey Sour for him.

And then large tequilas.

Sauntering out I confidently remarked that it was raining-with the wet pavement in sight.

It turned out that they were repaving it.(in my defense,it WAS wet and the sun was still in its bedclothes)

I sought to put my purse in my bag.It fell out with a thump.Or maybe a flump.Or a-hump?It escapes me.

With equal confidence he remarked that I was high.

Reader,I believed him.

Tube ride to meet two other lads.

I probably clung to A for dear life[Sorry I didn’t mean to grope.Did I?]

One man with a bellyful of absurdity stared for at me for the rest of the ride.

Plonk.

New bar!

Old Friends!

2 more large vodka on the rocks.

By the end of the evening I couldn’t put one foot in front of another.

But I remember being completely sensible.(Absolutely not relative)

Except I laughed a lot.

And felt my lips go numb.

8:30. in the evening I was home and passed out.

Don’t tell me I had too much to drink.

I’m 20.

I’m also 5 foot nothing.

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