it's 1013 right now.
i was at the royal (a hole in the wall club on granville street) last night.
by 2300 my friends all ranged from tipsy to drunk.
suprisingly, they played that jamiroquai song! (yes, i danced.)
we left by 2oo.
despite 4 barf stops, and numerous drunken arguements (among them... i was just laughing at them), i managed to get three of them home safe.
i got home at 4oo this morning.
i woke up at 915.
i expected to start tutoring math at 945 for 2 hours.
my student is not here.
i am tired.
1 comment:
We are new to each other, so I do not want to be rude. Do you drink? Or were you just the designated driver for the evening? I stopped drink 16 years ago. I seldom ever miss it. I can still be a moron and make a fool of myself sober. Being sober means not having friends, but those people were not truly my fiends anyway. Once in a great while I miss having a good cold beer, especially with spicy food, but stories like yours reminds of why I no longer drink.
I sure hope I am not going across as being judgmental.
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