Saturday, December 3, 2011

Week 13 Theme (Big to small, small to big)


I can’t wait to go out; it’s been forever since I go dressed up for Halloween. Sara and I have decided that we didn’t want to dress up like a sluty anything so we decided on classy looking zombies. We bought some face paint and fake blood then we went to Goodwill to buy cheap cloths. We got them all dirty and splashed them with blood.
           I drove us to our first place Zen in downtown Bangor. Once I got there I understood that Sara and I where only a few that didn’t have half of our bodies uncovered with some cuties wooties outfit.  This made me happy and a little self conscience all at the same time. I would like to point unwise decision number one we started drinking Red bull and vodka. One turned into two and then three. Now I’m all loosened up and we get our dance on.
           Thank god we have a DD; off we go to our next establishment Barnaby's AKA the barn yard.  Thinking I would slow down on the old drinking I switched to beer. This place was crazy packed, then ha giant blow up penis walks by how could this night get any crazier. Of course we have to dance with this guy and we get low on the dance floor. This is when I start forgetting bit and pieces of my evening. Second unwise decision shots, because shots and I never end well.
           I wake up in bed. My head is really fuzzy this is when the question of last night starts. How did I get PJ’s on, did I wash my face, what the hell happened last night? I get up to use the bathroom my head is spinning I feel like I’m going to throw-up. I look in the mirror I did get the make-up off, my eyes are blood shot and I have huge bags under my eyes. I need to lie down and fall back to sleep. Before I fall back in to my hang over comma I decided that I hate Vodka.          

1 comment:

  1. I enjoyed the report from today's youth about what a night out means nowadays--when I was a lad, the only drink bars were allowed to serve was beer; you had to be a restaurant to server anything else.

    But I don't see any progression from small to large or large to small: you got on your party gear, you went out, you partied, you woke up hungover. To me that all seems about the same size--it's not like you woke up with some epiphany, some vow in your heart, some huge change in your life....

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