I was doing okay last night for the most part, but it all fell apart on the way home. At least I still know my own body very very well. If I say, "yeah, that's it for me. One more drink and I'm gonna vomit," I'm not kidding and for the record, that includes a sip. Ugh.
I went to my joint and I was too lazy to get dressed up twice in two days, so I put on my Adidas track pants and sneaks, my Miss Rheingold tank, a bandanna, and cocked the Kangol more to the side and was an instant b-girl. Looking the exact same way I always do except with track pants. lol. The party kept going past when I left around 5. It was the owner's b-day, so he didn't mind. It was a pretty small crowd, but pretty fun. I was a chattering chatterbox, but I blame the drinks my boy the bartender kept sliding my way for that. I remember a Long Island Iced Tea (geez...how do people drink those things? They're strong enogh to rip the paint off a wall), Red Stripe (I am not a beer drinker! Despite these three recent slips... I managed to finish this one in less than 2 hours because I'd hate plenty to drink and the taste was whatever by then), an Amaretto Sour (which I bought when I got there. Yes, I do buy drinks. Usually one because I'm poor), the sip of Stoli Vanil and tonic that pushed me over the edge, and various experiments I was a guinea pig for.
Will I get my cool card taken away if I admit that I haven't heard the new Outkast album? And by that, I mean at all. I don't listen to the radio, don't watch much TV, and my connection is too slow to download and the peeps on the street with the ghetto blasters seem to be staying in nowadays. I had to go onto a Launchesque site at work just to see the two videos. And by saying all this, I'm trying to get at that I'm in love with "Hey Ya" and the DJ played that shit three times (not in a row) and the crowd went crazy! I was dancing for a change. It's been a while. I've definitely gotten to used to hanging back observing. Then again, before I went out, B encouraged me to shake a tailfeather for him too, so I felt compelled to dance. Besides b-girl=dancer, so I would've been silly not to.
Now the problem is: after that hectic last night, is there a way to top that tonight without ending up in the hospital? Oy.
Posted by Candicissima at October 31, 2003 03:04 PM