thanks for the memory

"So, what happened with you and that guy after I left?"
"What guy?"
"The guy you were making out with."
"Making out with? Where?"
"At the Drum, after I left."
"With who?"
"That guy of those two guys we met at the Hop 'n Brew."
And so on.

Seriously, not sure about you, but this happens to me every so often. Okay....alot. Sometimes it's; 'remember that guy you threw a beer at'. Or; 'remember that bar we got kicked out of because you decided to dance on a table'. Or; ' remember how i bought you a shot of tequila and then you fell on the floor?'.

Those nights blur in to a manic slide show of live bands, lucky beer, dirty shoes and end when I wake up magically in my own bed, by myself. Either I have a horseshoe up my ass, or I have one of the most amazing autopilots known to woman kind. I believe it's the latter, I've seriously ditched out on a group when i know I'm too drunk to be in public. I mean, you would think I would be too drunk to know, but amazingly, I know when I'm on the verge of making a regrettably forgetful mistake.

Unfortunatley, as many of my girlfriends have commented, I go from 'no' to 'yo' in about half a pint. One minute I'm as sober as your local mechanic, who was forced into rehab 3 years ago and hates every minute that he has to sit around with his buddies sipping on a coke; and the next I'm that girl who you wonder how she got so drunk at 9pm and who's swaying, not dancing or standing, and speaking what is not even disernable english anymore. I'm convinced it's some kind of blood disorder.

But, you think. Who, in their right mind would write as if they're proud of this behavior and flippant about the consequences? I would say, I've learned to learn. Perhaps it hasn't surfaced yet, but I'm sure eventually I will be sick of the guilt spiral and learning nothing new anymore. But for the time being, I'm trying to learn. I've learned lots so far. For example, If I drink the same drink option all night- ie. Gin- I can make it through. So, my education continues.

Thanks for the memory from Saturday night. Here are three things I'm grateful for in the last 24 hours:
1. My middle finger is still attached and fully functional. It serves me well when several ass holes don't know how to use a signal light. (And the 'several' characterization just serves to exemplify the state of affairs of drivers in this city).
2. My sister gave me major kudos on the thing I like to do the most. Thanks boobie!
3. My boss was totally cool when I basically told her I want to get the fuck out and have applied for school. Very supportive.