10 days. 22 hours. 25 minutes, since the last blog. Seems like so much has happened, like an entire month has gone by. Got some good family bonding time done. Last Sunday, went clubbing at some club in SF. It was a 'pineapple' sponsored event for those in the know. Felt like I was back in college again, with all them kiddies doin their elite socialite thing.
That's when I broke my new year's resolution. I had a cigarette. And here I stand, over 3 packs later. After that first one, the second one doesn't seem so bad, and I start sucking them down like tic-tacs. Tic-tacs enriched with tar and nicotine. At least I'm still caffeine-independant.
So then Jeffrey meets up with Chuan, a fellow 'sister' from the Asian greeks in Mich and her sister, Tien. Smoke, smoke, drink, drink, party, party. The night goes on, and Chuan ends up over-celebrating her 21st birthday( the last drink was a killer) and gets kicked out of the club cuz she couldn't feign sobriety. Being a cold night as it was, we all went to take her to the car, where she passes out, but not without leaving a parting gift, namely, bits of vomit sprinkled all over the front seat and door. The brunt of the attack was caught by Jeffrey's vest. Tien is embarrassed by her sister's lack of digestive self-control, and insists that she pay for the cleaning of the car. I said I would just clean it myself, and we settled on her treating us to dinner sometime. We walk back to the club and Tien gets back in to look for her ride. I begin to follow her in, but then get stopped by one of the gorillas at the door. I point and mumble, to show that I am clearly with her, and not some freako trying to get free entry. My cries are for nought as I stand outside the entrance, in the cold, like a choad, and wait for her to get back. She comes back, can't find her ride and we end up taking her and her sister home. We carry her sister up to her room, where she promptly passes out, and we go to the kitchen and chat while trying to rehydrate with about a gallon of water. Tien offers us some really good spinach quiche, that apparently one of her mom's patients made. I assume she's a psychiatrist, but I never ask her specifically.
Morning retribution. The consequences of last night's actions is I get 3 hrs of sleep before I work, and I spend 1/2 of that day imagining that all the customers I see have a lingering scent of throw-up. And I still get to clean my car.
That's when I broke my new year's resolution. I had a cigarette. And here I stand, over 3 packs later. After that first one, the second one doesn't seem so bad, and I start sucking them down like tic-tacs. Tic-tacs enriched with tar and nicotine. At least I'm still caffeine-independant.
So then Jeffrey meets up with Chuan, a fellow 'sister' from the Asian greeks in Mich and her sister, Tien. Smoke, smoke, drink, drink, party, party. The night goes on, and Chuan ends up over-celebrating her 21st birthday( the last drink was a killer) and gets kicked out of the club cuz she couldn't feign sobriety. Being a cold night as it was, we all went to take her to the car, where she passes out, but not without leaving a parting gift, namely, bits of vomit sprinkled all over the front seat and door. The brunt of the attack was caught by Jeffrey's vest. Tien is embarrassed by her sister's lack of digestive self-control, and insists that she pay for the cleaning of the car. I said I would just clean it myself, and we settled on her treating us to dinner sometime. We walk back to the club and Tien gets back in to look for her ride. I begin to follow her in, but then get stopped by one of the gorillas at the door. I point and mumble, to show that I am clearly with her, and not some freako trying to get free entry. My cries are for nought as I stand outside the entrance, in the cold, like a choad, and wait for her to get back. She comes back, can't find her ride and we end up taking her and her sister home. We carry her sister up to her room, where she promptly passes out, and we go to the kitchen and chat while trying to rehydrate with about a gallon of water. Tien offers us some really good spinach quiche, that apparently one of her mom's patients made. I assume she's a psychiatrist, but I never ask her specifically.
Morning retribution. The consequences of last night's actions is I get 3 hrs of sleep before I work, and I spend 1/2 of that day imagining that all the customers I see have a lingering scent of throw-up. And I still get to clean my car.
posted by J at
8:29:00 PM
