Last night I went out to go celebrate a co-worker’s 21st Birthday. The party was going to be at the Holy Cow, which I had never been to, but had heard a lot of bad things about. So I’m driving into the city and get past Hospital Curve and I see fireworks going off at the pier. It was so beautiful and it made me realize yet again why I love this city. It would have been to take a picture of it or try to take one while driving except I STILL DON”T HAVE A FUCKING CELL PHONE. Just a little annoyed about that.
And not that I was a big cell phone person or anything, but not having a cell phone is slowly fucking up my life. My cell phone was my alarm clock and without it, I cannot get my ass out of bed to save my life. My cell phone was my watch, and so now I never know what time it is; which is why I was at the club hella early. My cell phone was my camera. And while I’m not an avid photographer, I would like to have taken pictures of last night to have for my own memories. And my cell phone was a cell phone. I can’t call anyone, at all. And finding a pay phone is harder than it sounds. One that doesn’t have a drug dealer staking it that is.
O.K. so maybe it’s not THAT bad, and I probably could use a break from my tech life. More like an inconvenience. Still I WANT MY CELL PHONE!!!!
Anyway, showed up early to club and sat at the bar and downed 3 drinks before the Birthday Girl and party showed up. I did get to sign a bride-to-be boobs (she was pretty nice looking, the boobs were hot!). I thought that I would be a light-weight considering that I didn’t really eat anything that day, but I downed 10-12 drinks. Yay me, I’m still an alkie(sp?) I had a good time, but I was trying to play host, making sure everyone was alright and have a good time and stuff. Always a host, never a hostee.
Other than signing some already taken boobies, no other action for me. The sad thing is that the 60+ year couple at the bar was getting more action than me. Even crazy white guy doing the robot in the corner got with someone, I think. BTW, it’s been a while since I’ve been out to a club, but I glad to see that some standards don’t change, like crazy white doing the robot in the corner of the club.
So five hours of drinking and then I let someone else drive me to Denny’s for a fourth meal (can I use that, or is it just for Taco Bell?), then dropping people home and off to bed alone. Not that I would want to bring anyone home to this mess that I call my room.
The point of this entry was that I went out, got drunk and seemed to have had a good time when in reality, it just showed me how sad and utterly alone I am, even when I am standing in a room with 100 people. Now I get to do it again at a company picnic that I don’t want to go to, but will go to.