23 January 2011

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.


Psst.Check out our Mudmask and Martini blogger social  On Gnetchy's blog :) I'm yet to send in my pictures.Yes I'm sucky like that!
Ty and Gnetchy,bang on my Red Door.Bang,bang bang!You get me goooiiiing.
love you!

11 comments:

  1. Kinda like the hangover hehe :D

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  2. LOL... Both. I was actually imagining everything, your day and how you handled everything... looks like from a movie you know... so funny.

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  3. haha what? the drinking part or the quasi sober part?

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  4. OMG! You are serious! Man! That must have been some scene.

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  5. Nothing..Thats the best part.Nobody realised :) I came home,talked with mum and dad cracked afew jokes and then passed out.Gracefully :P >:D

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  6. You were drunk. Too much too I guess. :-)

    I want to know what happened at your home.!

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  7. haha.the monk is so drunk,it only speaks Glenfidich

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  8. Seems a drunken monk is addressing 100 pipers & Black dog to hit the binge in a pub

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  9. u r, as u say, 5 foot nothing n yet u cud drink dat much widout throwing up! dats some serious talent!!!

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  10. I'm so proud of you, Sweta.

    And you're 20! You're allowed. Haha!!

    Love you!!!

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