Complete lack of self control:
I’m not going to drink AND I’m going to stay home tonight and be super productive.
At least to make an appearance at the end of work drinks...
HOLY CRAP I HAVEN’T SEEN YOU GUYS IN AGES.
....I’ll just have one beer. Even though I drove here and I’m on my P’s.
...OK I’ll drive home and catch the train in and meet up with you guys, but I’ll get George to pick me up after his movie only have a few drinks and go home early.
Free drinks!? Well... “JS even if I offer to sell you my liver, do not give me any cigarettes.”
“George... I’ll get a cab home...”
JS: “Lets have a cigarette” –sure.
And then I’m drunk, high and have smoked a pack of cigarettes at a club at 5 in the morning.
Self control fail.
Whatever, you only live once right? I CANNOT CONTAIN MY SELF DESTRUCTIVENESS.
So I went for a drink with that group on Friday night, and it turned into an epic club adventure with JS (my Columbian friend) but it was the best night I’ve had in a long time. We went to Fridays with C and Sorbi and others. JS and I decided to get super mashed and go to the Family, I didn’t have any money so he covered me. We stopped to get his friend first from an apartment in the valley, but apparently they had only been in Australia for a month or so and spoke little to no English. I really needed to use the toilet since we had just been at a bar for the previous few hours so I ask JS to ask if I can use the toilet. He’s like no.. I’m not going to ask. You have to ask, it would be weird if I asked. I’m like fuck. Whatever. Tell me what to say. Long story short, he tricked me. I asked a group of people if I could use someone’s penis. Great job. PRETTY EMBARASSING. Spent the rest of the night being mashed and making friends with strangers. Made up little dance routines with the boys and it was awesome.
So. Failed at Self Control, made out with a married man, asked for a penis in Columbian. Sometimes, getting mashed is just like - swallowing the emotion regret and wallowing in that for like 6 hours.
Delightful friend P came over on Saturday afternoon bearing delicious bakery goods. I walked one hundred miles to meet up with Nick and Hayley with B. We went to the free Tex Perkins concert but never quite made it to the connect 4 art show. Had quite drinks at Nicks house instead. He is bestguy. It got super awkward when Hayley went on a jilted lover rant about Nick. I was too scatty to be good company, or to deserve to exist. Jake said he was at my house at like 3am so me and b caught a cab back and found the house wide open. Weird. Turned out Zap was home and asleep in my bed. B rang Jake to see where he was at, but then I start hearing all these weird noises and freaked out because I thought George was banging some girl in like Zaps bed or something. Me and B got super creeped out and felt like the biggest perverts listening to these noises so we locked ourselves in the bathroom and turned the shower on to drown out the noise. We had to run to the sun room to see if Jake was there yet, noticed some different shoes by the door and it turned out it was Tony making weird sex noises in his sleep. Crises averted.
I wish I did not crush on that guy – god damn it.
