8030 + 1, D-Day + 1

As the creative function would express, it is infact the day after my 22nd birthday. It's about 11:54, and i think i may infact still be hung over. Last evening was definitely some madness, and i don't know that i'll soon be able to match it's level of insanity. I'll shed some detail upon it, since it is eventually leading into the point i'm making...

It actually began about 6-6:30, which is obviously the makings of a catastrophe... It consisted of myself, Davie Boy, moms, and J. We did a couple rounds, and some finger food. Nick the bartender, one of the best i'd ever met, started the madness with an obscure reference to my apperant habit of hitting on older women. Good times most defintely. You know it's fun when you're hanging out with your two best friends on your birthday, with your mother no less, and some how stories of your sexual misgivings are brought up. Dave hates that story, and Jay loves telling it.

Anyhow, we roll back up to the apartment for a small while, collect our thoughts, pretend to begin the planning process, wait for Laurich to arrive, and roll back down to the Hunt Club.

This is where the debauchary really begins to ensue. We pick the spot at the far end of the bar that says, this is a private party. We fearfully look upon Miranda (cute blonde, skinny, has a sort of Marilyn Monroe look about here) as she starts to mix 5 shots... As much as the count was one heavy, we never thought to count her in. So we down the first taste of that liquid madness for the evening. After all of us make under educated guesses as to the content, I proceed to thank her in the only way i know possible... Making an ass of myself publically. So, yeah, round one: Pick a random chickadee in the bar for Steve to make a move on. Took the long route around the bar, nearer the pool tables, so as i may approach her head on. Brunette, long hair, tight black top, dark khaki skirt... I think her name was Sarah, I only don't know because upon approaching her, it went a lot better than it usually does, and that threw me off my kilter. As i'd said, it went surprisingly well, of course i was still coherent, and could walk a solid line, so i approached confident and smiled. I said, good evening, and she said hello. It lasted all of 45 seconds, and she suggested she would let me know where they were heading so as we might meet up a litte later on... Which obviously is always a bonus.

I returned back to the group, feeling a bit more confident as that had gone well. A bit of an oddity occured, as Miranda poured 3 shots, one for her, one for the indian guy who always sits in the same spot down there, and one for Laurich. Mind you, in this scenerio, with our group, he was undoubtably the most attractive of the bunch, and had not yet been there long enough where we could ruin his image. So, score for him...

Round 2, of the embarassing Steve moments. Jay askes Miranda to deliver a drink to any girl at random in the bar... Miranda comes back, informs us that of course the girl she'd choosen would not accept without one for her friend... Which is whorish, and an amazing upsell by Miranda... So, worst of all, Miranda ended up selecting Dawn, who happened to be Sarah's friend, and informed us that Sarah was married... So that went well... We took down a good 4-5 rounds down there, plus a shot, then headed back up to the apartment again...

I obviously was already doing pretty damned well... Hell, i was doing damned good around 8 when i broke the bad news to Dolan. Back in the apartment, it was about planning and music and a quick round or two more... I think i ended up taking down 2 double shots of Bacardi O from a month ago when Jay's sister was in town, and another beer. It was then decided we were heading down to West 6th, cause thats where it's all going on...

We actually got a ride in the Embassy Suite's courtesy van, which was a plus, cause we didn't have to cover a cab ride... Except, Davie Boy ended up tipping him what would've atleast been cab fair... All the better though, since Laurich spent about $35 at the Hunt Club already... But, atleast the boys put his number on the receipt for Miranda...

So, we get there, and i'm damned toasty... I couldn't tell you where in the hell we'd went... But, it was loud, and crowded, and the drinks poured healthy once more... I think we all had a beer, then Dave got sent to the bar for some shots... Jim Beam is Davie Boy's particular poision, which obviously did me no good. Although, i did end up pocketing a shot glass... Which today I'd tatooed with "22" to commemorate this madness... So, drunk and lonely... What a combo... I spent almost ever moment pairing up with one of the boys, and talking to some girl who was as trashed as I, and even more disinterested... My mother's got to stop telling me i'm cute, or i'll be pimping way too easy... I think we took down another round of beer, before deciding this wasn't the best scene, or we'd infact offically hit on every girl in there...

Off to the blind pig... Which is seemingly appropriate in retrospect... I'm barely standing at this point, and again the beer flows... We decided the live band upstairs wasn't annoying enough, so we decided to travel down the stairs... Again, loud music, dark surroundings, smoke everywhere... I'd some how lost my lighter at this point, which is how I'd ended up with the match book... I some how got in the habit of winking and grabbing a lil ass, which surprisingly didn't get me in any trouble... Some how, Jay and I lost Davie Boy and Laurich... Or they tired of my shennanigans... Either way, Jay detected I was at my breaking point, and we rolled up to the exit... While i didn't fall out of the bar, i think i stumbled and ended up in the arms of a bouncer...

Jay called Stephanie, who was good enough to come rescue us... I remember squatting infront of this door way, to a place i'd assumed was closed, but was soon to learn differently... When Stephanie arrived, i struggled into the back seat, and spent most of the ride with my eyes closed, clinging the best I could to consciousness...

We'd finally made it into the parking garage, I was desperately into the red at that point, and mind as well just given up and passed out in the elevator...

Made it to the apartment, made it to the bathroom, and was finally able to let go... Yeah, i vomited... a lot... I just love the taste of beer and stomache acid, the second time around... That odd feeling as it lurches from your body, at a pace you can't steady... The way that even after your done, you try with no more left in you... I almost had to stand up and choke a bitch, cause Jay decided it was the appropriate time to bail water from the bathroom sink into the tub, with me leaning over the toilet... Yeah, the sink is still backed up, but... hell, you should see the kitchen... Eventually, i had some water, and it was time to put me to bed... I was capable of getting my dress shirt off, almost with out assistance... Then for some reason, Jay took off my belt and went for my jeans... Yeah, as much time as i spend with these gentlemen, and well, as much as i like to mention it... I don't enjoy the feel of underwear... So, both Steph and I had to request multiple times for him to abandon the task, which he resentfully did, only to assign it to Stephanie... I decided it was time to hop into bed... onto my keys, which sucked... I then proceeded to empty my dirty sock bin... everywhere... So as I had a "recepticle" just in case... It actually came in handy, as I yaked up the last of the water i'd drank... into the sock bin... Which, of course... sucked...

Woke up this afternoon... Wrecked... I prayed that i'd still be drunk when i woke up, but fortune doesn't shine upon those who make such poor descisions, so repeatedly... Woke up hung over and hurting... Infact i'd vomited so much, my throat was red and sore, and it'd stripped the natural enamel from the backs of my teeth... It leaves sort of a sandy gritty feel to them, that i really hope you never have to experience...

So, we've made a written record of this madness, as accurately as I possibly could... Into and onto day 8032...

-Rys4K