think back, can you remember the worst night of your entire life? can you? well i can, cuz it was just a couple of days ago. 2 i guess, but i couldn't write about it yesterday because i was A:at work B:hung over C:asleep for 14 straight hours. that's a record even for me i think, but my body would not relinquish it's claim on my bed.
so i worked the most boring night of my life. we only did about 600 dollars of business all day. sometimes we do that for lunch, so you get how boring it must have been. they sent me home an hour early even though i was one of the closers. so i got dressed, took the smirnoff my coworker heather had gotten for me because she couldn't find any rolling rock...oh to be 21.
so i went to ryan's party, i didn't really know what to expect, seeing as how i was 2 hours late for the party, but "fuck it" i thought, because i had 12 smirnoffs and 4 or 5 buds of The Beast. yeah, well, everyone there was drunk when i got there, i could have saw that coming. so i started in on my smirnoff, which i am officially sick of now. we smoked a little in the basement...and way too many people came down who were not invited but i am a nice guy...never again as people bitched all the same. smith said i am too serious with my pot, but it IS mine. anywho, we posted ryan and blessing by the upstairs door to make sure kaisha didn't come down but ina bout 10 minutes she came down and sat on smith's lap...ryan came down and was liek "wait, i thought she couldn't come down here!!" yeah, it was funny. :)
we're gonna fast forward past the part where me and ryan found katie and blessing in a room with the door shut "watching tv" and we're gonna fast forward past me taking a drunken walk up smith's street. we're gonna stop and pause for a second where i get back from the walk.
katie has passed out in front of the basement door. we try to carry her up to a bed but she does this little kick/twist and falls out of our arms. ok, i sit ont he floor beside her and for some reason i can't remember because i was trashed i take it upon myself to take care of her. so i get her to crawl over to a couch, but on the way she sees the dog bed and lays down on it, i couldn't get her to move so i was like, ok, fuck it. we'll fast forward here again because i don't feel like reliving it.
i was hung over and i worked for about 4 hours till the pepto wore off, i got sick, and they sent me home. i get there about 8, crash, and i didn't wake up till about 10 this morning. i had an awesome dreams, but now i can't really remember what it was about, although i recall someone buying beer at the speedway a few times and claiming that they "don't ever card" well my subconcsious can't be wrong! i'm gonna go find something to do now.
music:ash, death cab for cutie, midtown
