I felt a little bit of apprehension as soon as I received the text from R.
"Hey Kate! Wanna get drunk tonight?"
I did. At least I thought I did. I hadn't gone out in a while, and if my two friends were making the trip into the city, I couldn't NOT go out. I wanted to go out, but I also had earlier plans with C and two other friends. I always stress over the logistics, but finally figured out that I would go to earlier plans, which turned out to be not too fun, and then meet them in the city.
The earlier plans ran longer than I had anticipated and I didn't end up stepping off the T until 10:45. I couldn't convince C to come out with us, so it was a long journey in by myself. It was cold and slushy out, the big storm was the day before, and to make the logistics easier I had ventured out of my apartment with my "more comfortable" knee high boots and just a small bag. No cozy Uggs for the traveling. So I was traversing the slush, snow banks and ice in boots not made for the winter.
I was meeting them at the Cactus Club and received a text from R asking if I was close, and I went to text her back, but before I could another text flew in. Gosh they're pushy tonight I thought, but then I saw who it was from: D. He was looking for a booty call, but I knew my friends would not appreciate it if I ditched, as much as I wanted to, and we said another time. I was slightly disappointed, but quickly got over it. His invite for a "quickie" wasn't THAT tempting.
I entered CC and looked around and saw M walk by, I grabbed her arm. "Hey!"
"Hey, I lost my brother, R's in the back." I ventured my way back and settled at the table just in time to see M's brother negotiating a path holding a HUGE margarita with M trailing behind.
The margaritas there are huge, limey, icy and irresistible. To say we sucked that baby down is an understatement. We soon order another one, but decided to go the blue route, but when that one was too sweet, we had races to finish it quickly to be on our way.
We headed to Jake Ivory's next, where as I've been there before and it was fun, I've also found it to always be crowded and a much younger crowd. I was not disappointed, but we were determined to have fun and soon found our selves on the dance floor.
M's brother had friends there, but it was three couples, much younger couples, and while the guys came and joined us on the dance floor, their worried eyes kept drifting back to the table where their sour-puss girlfriends sat. I'm guessing their leashes didn't stretch that far, and one I heard on remark, after a rousing round of Kamikaze shots, that they should get back before we get in trouble.
Side note: Now I know I haven't been in many relationships and definitely not many in which I was actually in the same town as my BF, but is fear really the way to work a relationship? I think I would feel ashamed if my BF was afraid he would be in trouble all the time? Maybe its me and maybe I'm clueless, but it seemed strange to me.
ANYWAY.
The club was fun, even if I had to use my elbows more than usual. At one point M and I looked at each other and she said that we were probably the oldest ones in there, and looking around I completely agreed, until literally two seconds later the pianist welcomed a girl on stage to celebrate her 30th birthday. M and I cheered and gave a ridiculously cheesy high five. We weren't the oldest!
We actually made it to closing. All I wanted at that time was to go home, but I knew that was impossible and we ended up at M's brother's apartment, which was nice, but I could already tell that the next day was going to be unpleasant and passed out on his roommates bed. In retrospect, gross, but at the time it was better than sharing the freezing cold futon with M. At some point during the night R crawled in there with me so I didn't have to feel too bad about sleeping in the unaware roommates bed, even though I've complained of roommates doing that to me. Its different though, I know I'm clean. I even slept in my jacket and scarf for a good majority of the night.
The morning was, how to put this lightly, not fun! I awoke with anxiety, which I knew was because of the fact that I was hung over and I wasn't sure how long I would be able to be calm about it. Lucky for me we left soon and I sat in the back of R's car clutching a Shaw's plastic bag for dear life, praying I would make it home.
I did, just in the nick of time, which is gross, but hey, we've all been there. I laid in bed writhing in pain for about an hour, desperately trying to fall asleep, until I manged to identify the stomach pains as hunger.
I managed to heat up some tots and as soon as those were consumed (ah grease you wicked hangover cure) I passed out until 2. I hate wasting a day, but it was needed seeing as I got MAYBE 3 hours the night before.
I did, however; rally enough to meet C for a movie and rewarded myself for surviving with a burrito.
This getting old shit is for the birds....
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