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Wednesday, April 28, 2004
I Love It When I Get Drunk
I love it when I get drunk. I get so fucking friendly. I party hard.
I was a good drunk on Sunday night. I went to a festival party: gourmet pizza, endless supply of wine, and a live DJ at a spiffy downtown club. Yes, I had the usual hangover in the morning. But, this time around I didn't mind. A headache. Dehydration. No puking this time... and no memory loss which is always a good sign.
I must've downed 7 or 8 glasses of white wine in less than two hours. And this was me pacing myself? (Zack, babe - you approve?) It was the sweetest wine I've ever tasted. I was worried that people might start wondering if I was an alcoholic. I'm pretty sensitive about that issue. But as the wine continued to flow, I stopped worrying.
I can't remember the last time that I actually let myself loose on the dancefloor. My body was in tune with the music. I was a hit with the ladies. I was repeatedly told that I am one magnetic dancer.
I guess I was so magnetic that when I suggested to watch a drag beauty pageant at Woody's after Midnight, almost all the gorgeous single girls came with me. A whole lot of us: 2 cars and 2 cabs. By the time we got there, it was too crowded to keep track of where everyone was, and I was drunk to care. At this point, it was up to them to have fun - and how could they not? The energy in the crowd was contagious. I was contagious.
When I finally decided to show my face at work on Monday afternoon - I found myself laughing for no reason. I was still high on endorphins from the night before. Either that or I was losing my mind altogether. I don't make a habit of going out to party, but I need to do this again... like soon, another opportunity to kill more brain cells.
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Monday night, I planned to stay home for the evening to nurse what's left of my hangover. By the time I sat down with WCB for an impromptu coffee, the headache lifted. (Type A or not, WCB is super spontaneous, my kind of man! You rock my world!)
We talked about a lot of stuff. I wanted to know what was up with his short lived disappearing act. He wanted to know how to go about waxing one's ass. I don't think I convinced him to do it.
Let me tell ya, baby, I definitely impressed the other week.
*** To WCB: My pants were not tight, babe. They just hug my ass nicely. ***
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