Waking up in an unfamiliar place is never a good thing. So when I woke up practically naked on my bathroom floor, you could say I was a little more than flummoxed. Heading pounding, body aching, not to mention being cold, I could see that the sun was coming up, so I hadn't been there long or had I? The short distance between the bathroom floor and my bedroom revealed that I hadn't locked the door to my apartment. Which means I'd been passed out for I don't know how long with the unlocked. Safety first!!
Making into my bed, with clothes on now, I proceed to pass out, at least fitfully.
With the covers over my head I realize that I am supposed to go to Jackson Heights for Indian brunch buffet. NEGATIVE. The water seeking corpse that I have become can not be out daylight. Let alone subject my body to a variety of curries. Also, I was pissed. How could my friends have possibly left me in such a position. All I remember was a lot of dancing, on my part, and not much else. So I must have been a mess. The rest of the night a mystery, the text message investigation began. Conclusion, "I have no idea what you mean" says one friend, "You were sitting in front talking to the cabbie, laughing", says another "You were pouring taking bottles from other people's tables and making your own drinks", said a third.
Hmmmm.... let's piece together the night. Went to an actual club, remember the first short of Cuervo and beer chaser,dancing, more drinks, another patron offered us ladies drinks from the bottle the bought for their table, a lot more dancing and then ... nothing, until the cab ride. I would later learn that I continued to secure drinks for various bottles in the room, without being offered. Oh, and dancing on, yes on a man that asked me to stop several times. Apparently, I'm an aggressive drunk. Well, if my only crime is grinding on some poor fucker and having drinks I didn't pay for, then it's not so bad right?
If I remembered the whole evening in one piece I'd be in a shame spiral. But since I don't and no one was harmed, I'll call it a successful night. This was only a mini-blackout and I didn't puke in anyone's boot this time. The boot thing is tale for another time, definite shame spiral, it involves the aforementioned boot and passing out on a toilet, not my finest moment. Blame it on the jello shots. And my youth.
Making into my bed, with clothes on now, I proceed to pass out, at least fitfully.
With the covers over my head I realize that I am supposed to go to Jackson Heights for Indian brunch buffet. NEGATIVE. The water seeking corpse that I have become can not be out daylight. Let alone subject my body to a variety of curries. Also, I was pissed. How could my friends have possibly left me in such a position. All I remember was a lot of dancing, on my part, and not much else. So I must have been a mess. The rest of the night a mystery, the text message investigation began. Conclusion, "I have no idea what you mean" says one friend, "You were sitting in front talking to the cabbie, laughing", says another "You were pouring taking bottles from other people's tables and making your own drinks", said a third.
Hmmmm.... let's piece together the night. Went to an actual club, remember the first short of Cuervo and beer chaser,dancing, more drinks, another patron offered us ladies drinks from the bottle the bought for their table, a lot more dancing and then ... nothing, until the cab ride. I would later learn that I continued to secure drinks for various bottles in the room, without being offered. Oh, and dancing on, yes on a man that asked me to stop several times. Apparently, I'm an aggressive drunk. Well, if my only crime is grinding on some poor fucker and having drinks I didn't pay for, then it's not so bad right?
If I remembered the whole evening in one piece I'd be in a shame spiral. But since I don't and no one was harmed, I'll call it a successful night. This was only a mini-blackout and I didn't puke in anyone's boot this time. The boot thing is tale for another time, definite shame spiral, it involves the aforementioned boot and passing out on a toilet, not my finest moment. Blame it on the jello shots. And my youth.
