Another evening blurred
Jesus, what the fuck happened last night? It was just suppose to be dinner with friends. Then I don't know what happened. I remember playing foozball and kicking ass and getting free drinks at the gay bar and then some French man called me an asshole and my friends said it was time for us to leave. Then... let's see... oh, we hit up the burger stand and bought forty beers and a gang of us went back to my place for a James Brown dance-a-thon. Then people started passing out and Hansi and I kept draining beers talking science and philosophy and suddenly it was seven in the morning.
I can't believe I got out of bed today. I actually made it to work!
My co-worker Guillermo is laughing at me. He says, "You look like shit."
I say, "I feel like shit."
He says, "And you look bloated."
I say, "Fuck you."
posted by A.P. Smith @ 5:42 AM
1 Comments:
I've just bumped on your blog by chance, and it was good to read your texts and see that I am not the only one who has blurred evenings.Yeah, it doesn't happens all the time, but it is really not physically nor psychological healthy. Yesterday I just went on a park celebrate the Bonfire night with a friend, and after pints of beer and glasses of wine we ended up in a very boring experimental music gig in a very bright place, and the last thing I remember is talking with one of musicians, telling her how I didn't like it. After that I just remember to be in the other side of the town, by myself inside a sort of business conference center. I was locked inside, trying to get out. All the rooms were empty and with the lights on: industrial kitchen, meeting rooms, living rooms, restaurant. A little bit like The Shining. I even saw a door, tried to get trough, but there was a chain and I couldn't pass. I walked like crazy inside of this place and feared to be there for all the eternity, so I called my girlfriend. Well, I lost a bag with not so important stuff, and remember telling this story to a spanish couple in the bus. This morning I woke up and didn't know if it was real or a nightmare. Although the latter could be more probable, it wasn't. I've looked on my mobile and I actually called my girl at 2am (I don't have any idea if she answered - hopefully not - or otherwise what I've said her). And I am writing this story just as a release, as she left very early to work and I am with a big question mark in my head. She will be pissed with me for sure when she gets back. Well, I am glad I am not physically injured, but I think this kind of David Lynch episodes at the age of 31 are not that fun anymore. They are good stories to tell, but what the fuck was that place? Well, sorry for the release, and thanks for reading anyway. I am thinking in stop drinking, at least not that fast - that what causes alcoholic amenisia, as I just have seen on wikipedia. Well, I am feeling like shit, and I hope I will feel like you when the girls returned the bike soon. Cheers.
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