| Jan. 17th, 2009 @ 08:25 am (no subject) |
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My thoughts upon waking this morning were something like this:
"Did I buy plane tickets to Amsterdam last night?"
Because really, wouldn't it have been kind of awesome to know that my drunken priorities were to purchase airline tickets to a country I've never been in?
Evidently, when neighbor Jane bought her ticket, she had paid a thousand-something back in October, and now they're half of that. Something like 5-6 hundred. I thought I could get behind that. Screw over the best laid plans of school, work, and whatnot.
But let's back up. Because that last entry warrants a kind of shameful explanation.
So, we had been meaning to have neighbor Jane over for some time, as she's an avid Zelda fan, and Andrew has been steadily focusing on the one for Wii. However, as of two days ago, we are now in the possession of Amir's glorious xbox, which has all these emulators for old school gaming systems... including arcade versions and weird Japanese games that were never released in the US.
I usually go for the games that were in the Sega master system archive, as that's the system I grew up on before we got a genesis.
My night proceeded from a glass or two of leftover red wine to the sparkling wine that Jane brought over. I don't even LIKE sparkling wine, but I guess I was on a roll. Plus, my ability to button mash on Ultimate Fighter increased with each glass (or so I thought at the time.) Then, because we rarely keep booze in the house, I opened up a bottle of champaign that had been sitting in the back of the fridge for the last year and a half. It was from my sister's wedding, and we'd been saving it around for a lazy and indulgent Sunday morning of mimosas.
Cut back to last night. I still hadn't had dinner or anything, so Jess was on a roll. But I mean, who decides it's a good idea to open whatever alcoholic beverages in the house? And then proactively go out to the neighborhood store and buy MORE wine. Which I did. In my shorts in January.
I also thought it would be a good idea to A.) consume the leftover chips that had been around since New Years, and B.) Light up my shisha, which I had not smoked since we moved. So of course, this morning's cotton mouth also tasted like tobacco. Citrus tobacco. Bleh. I now know way it had been shoved up in the top pantry cabinet. And really, isn't it a little hypocritical to be advocating public health issues while maintaining an indoor smoking apparatus?
Long story short, wine + champaign + more wine and chips + tobacco = rambling, incoherent lj entry.
I could go further and say that the above equation + bath + boyfriend = sexy results, but in all fairness, I was probably really lousy. So let's say partial sexy results.
I woke up at 8, happy that I didn't not spend five hundred dollars on an ill-advised European vacation, and trying to put the kitchen back together.
I also had a craving for grapefruits, but I was too impatient to eat them with a spoon, so I started gnawing at them like a wolverine. Or a cult member with a human heart, I guess.
Please regard me kindly.
PS Was I really that drunk @ 6pm? Jesus. |
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