What A Long, Strange Weekend It's Been...
4 day weekends are just about the best thing on earth. Well, 4 days weekends or being a trust fund brat who doesn't have to work at all. Unfortunately, that's not something you can choose to be at 22. In any case, thank god for 4 days away from work. So good!
I started off Friday by going to my second interview at the non-profit. I don't think it went all that well. It's not that I necessarily fucked it up, but I know I wasn't on top of my game and it's just unfortunate that I had an off day when it really mattered. In any case, I ended up hanging out with Melissa, Jamie's girlfriend, on Friday night. I know, I know, can you believe she's still talking to me? We went to Diva's which was as amusing as it always is. We ended up meeting Tia who is Ms. Gay San Francisco or Ms. Drag San Francisco or some shit and was also the headliner of the evening. She then invited herself along to pizza with us and Jamie, who had gotten off work at that point and had met up with us. After pizza she absolutely insisted we go back to Diva's with her to see her show. And she may be Ms. I Don't Give A Fuck San Francisco, but she is also one scary ass bitch. So, with no other recourse, we went back to Diva's. Where she proceeded to scam drinks off of us. And wouldn't let us leave. Her and her posse of drags made sure we were front and center for shout outs and threats anytime we tried to leave. Finally, we couldn't deal anymore and we booked it.
I woke up Saturday sick as a dog, which I couldn't figure out for awhile because I had only had a couple of drinks the night before. But then I remembered Diva's drink math (where every drink has about 3-4 shots in it) and the hangover started to make since. Jacqui came up for the weekend (yay!) and was supposed to be in town earlyish. Rene and I made plans to do Carnavale with her around 1 and then get in some good ole fashioned Mission thrift store shopping in. That clearly didn't happen, but we did get our shit together by 4 to at least do the shopping part - and I got my birthday outfit! That night we hung out at Rene's house and then went to a bar down the street from her place, Terry's Lounge. Despite Rene living there for three years or something, it was the first time we had ever gone. Pretty cool place: free pool, cheap drinks, generous bartender and $8 steaks on Mondays!
Sunday I had to wake up way too early (grrrrr) but I understand the necessity for it. I meant to go home and do errandy things, but I ended up taking a 4 hour nap instead. I finally got my ass up and washed laundry. Went to Chas' graduation party. Started in on the tequila. The story pretty much tells itself from there. However, Rene certainly takes the cake. Damn gina, here's a tip: beer + wine + whiskey + tequila + bailey's makes you one drunk fuck.
Monday I woke up, went to the interview with the porn company, swung by home to change and grab TJ. We went to the park where Rene and I were allegedly throwing a BBQ around 3ish. Which became 4ish. But nobody got there until around 5. At which point we realized we didn't have most of the shit we needed, so we went to the store. And then Court kidnapped me to pick up Hashish (the guy, not the drug.) We got back to the park around 7ish and, go figure, half the crew had taken off. We moved the BBQ to Rene's place which was a) warm and b) has a bigger BBQ. Food, drinks and hyjinks ensued. I took off around 11 and promptly passed the fuck out with the best sleep I've had in about a week.
So, to summarize, I've been drunk for almost a month straight now...I keep thinking that it's going to taper off but then something else comes up. C'est la vie...what's my liver ever done for me anyway?
I started off Friday by going to my second interview at the non-profit. I don't think it went all that well. It's not that I necessarily fucked it up, but I know I wasn't on top of my game and it's just unfortunate that I had an off day when it really mattered. In any case, I ended up hanging out with Melissa, Jamie's girlfriend, on Friday night. I know, I know, can you believe she's still talking to me? We went to Diva's which was as amusing as it always is. We ended up meeting Tia who is Ms. Gay San Francisco or Ms. Drag San Francisco or some shit and was also the headliner of the evening. She then invited herself along to pizza with us and Jamie, who had gotten off work at that point and had met up with us. After pizza she absolutely insisted we go back to Diva's with her to see her show. And she may be Ms. I Don't Give A Fuck San Francisco, but she is also one scary ass bitch. So, with no other recourse, we went back to Diva's. Where she proceeded to scam drinks off of us. And wouldn't let us leave. Her and her posse of drags made sure we were front and center for shout outs and threats anytime we tried to leave. Finally, we couldn't deal anymore and we booked it.
I woke up Saturday sick as a dog, which I couldn't figure out for awhile because I had only had a couple of drinks the night before. But then I remembered Diva's drink math (where every drink has about 3-4 shots in it) and the hangover started to make since. Jacqui came up for the weekend (yay!) and was supposed to be in town earlyish. Rene and I made plans to do Carnavale with her around 1 and then get in some good ole fashioned Mission thrift store shopping in. That clearly didn't happen, but we did get our shit together by 4 to at least do the shopping part - and I got my birthday outfit! That night we hung out at Rene's house and then went to a bar down the street from her place, Terry's Lounge. Despite Rene living there for three years or something, it was the first time we had ever gone. Pretty cool place: free pool, cheap drinks, generous bartender and $8 steaks on Mondays!
Sunday I had to wake up way too early (grrrrr) but I understand the necessity for it. I meant to go home and do errandy things, but I ended up taking a 4 hour nap instead. I finally got my ass up and washed laundry. Went to Chas' graduation party. Started in on the tequila. The story pretty much tells itself from there. However, Rene certainly takes the cake. Damn gina, here's a tip: beer + wine + whiskey + tequila + bailey's makes you one drunk fuck.
Monday I woke up, went to the interview with the porn company, swung by home to change and grab TJ. We went to the park where Rene and I were allegedly throwing a BBQ around 3ish. Which became 4ish. But nobody got there until around 5. At which point we realized we didn't have most of the shit we needed, so we went to the store. And then Court kidnapped me to pick up Hashish (the guy, not the drug.) We got back to the park around 7ish and, go figure, half the crew had taken off. We moved the BBQ to Rene's place which was a) warm and b) has a bigger BBQ. Food, drinks and hyjinks ensued. I took off around 11 and promptly passed the fuck out with the best sleep I've had in about a week.
So, to summarize, I've been drunk for almost a month straight now...I keep thinking that it's going to taper off but then something else comes up. C'est la vie...what's my liver ever done for me anyway?
posted by La Doña at 2:13 PM
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Please get the job. I need more porn.
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