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So, I have been known to really enjoy bourbon. Whiskey is my favorite poison but it gets me into trouble sometimes… I currently live in Raleigh, NC and last night I decided to do pre-bar-hopping-drinking with a bottle of Bulliet (the stuff is good!). Because I didn’t want to risk drinking and driving and to avoid trying to hunt down a cab with all the other partiers, my girl and I got a sweet hotel room in the center of downtown. We got to the hotel at around 9pm and we started taking shots of bourbon as we got ready to hit the streets… At around 10pm, we were already feeling quite buzzed so we decided to get some burgers at the lobby. Man, those burgers were amazing! After dinner we felt that we were ready to do some serious boozing and that we would probably not get too sick. We headed back to the room where we nearly finished the bottle. I got my drinking hat on and the adventure began. We cruised around for a little bit until we finally set up shop in a bar a few blocks from the hotel. We took more shots and rang in the new year being trashed. In all the craziness, I ran into one of my oldest friends who apparently has thing for Jager. We took shots of that poison and talked for a few minutes. That’s all I remember… I woke up the next morning in my niece’s bunk bed.
“What happened???”, “Where am I??”, “Why do I have scrapes on both my knees?”, “Why does my elbow look like someone took a power sander to it??” and of course “Where is Isha??” I reach for my phone and see dozens of missed calls mostly from Isha who waited for me to return from the bathroom, which I never did. When I called her, she answered crying asking where the **** I was.
I put on my soaking wet jeans, covered in mud and asked my brother-in-law to give me a ride to the hotel. I had my girl’s ID and bank card with me because she didn’t want to carry a purse so I was pleassantly surprised to see she had made it back to the room. She was so drunk that she forgot where the hotel was and a nice couple helped her find her way back to the room. When I got there, she was in the process of calling hospitals to see if I had been in an accident.
Apparently, I forgot that I was out with my girl and left her at the bar. I also forgot that we had a room at the hotel. I found a taxi company card in my wallet and my phone showed a call made to them at around 3am which suggest that I took a cab home to my place. When I got there, I had no keys. I vaguely remember trying to break into my apartment, unsuccessfully, and running to my sister’s house in the rain wearing dress shoes. I must have wiped out running which is the only way I can explain the scrapes and what I have come to self-diagnose as a dislocated shoulder…
It is now 1:15 AM and I have been in the comfort of my bed for almost sixteen hours… Last night was a crazy night. Lost my camera, my hat and a little bit confidence. Guess I lucked out because it could have been a lot worse. Happy New Year!!!
Yeah, I get that I’m pulling hind tit here as this film came out in ‘03. I JUST SAW IT THOUGH SO FUCK OFF. Essentially the movie is a nice non-sexual soulmate connection in a completely alien environment.
Could be just a matter of best-match in an alien environment.
But the two main characters really had a connection for lots of reasons.
This is why I feel so utterly alone.
The pain in the ass of the Internet is the knowing that there is someone like you out there in the world. So we’re left with our loneliness in addition to knowing that there is a soul-mate out there.
50 years ago you would not be aware of a similar personality elsewhere on the planet.
Yes, I get that I went off the rails here. Lost In Translation … there’s never been a more perfect display of non-sexual “mates” for the given environment. You’ve got two people who are utterly alone and manage to find each other. They each have needs that the other fill without more than barely a hint of sex. Everything these days seems to revolve around sex but .. life doesn’t.
Point is, I guess, that companionship can be found …. no… that soul-mates are not necessarily those you’re married to … no … that age is irrelevant …… no …. that like-souls will find each other in an alien environment …. eh, maybe …
fuck.
I’ve not seen a movie in recent history that made me feel as alone as this film and it was stil worth watching.
So, I am sure we have all had our fair share of waking up and not being able to connect those extremely blurry black dots. Well, I woke up and was told that I got into a fight with an Italian girl who very nicely complemented at the ladies and said I was beautiful, next thing i jumped her and said “why u being sarcastic?” and got into a brawl. So i walk out after being thrown around, and after throwing some Italian around (as you do, on a day2day basis), I walk out and accuse a man of looking like an ex and tried to burn a stick of Marlboro reds on his face. With his neck all clawed by me and face bruised after I threw him a punch, he leaves the club without even throwing a single insult at me.
I think I brought “drunk” to a whole new level for us ladies. Very unlady like and very unAustralian of me to do so. The best part is I dont remember a single thing, I dont remember being there, and neither do I remember seing anyone that I saw, let alone bashing up someone. Next week, was Haloween, and everyone I saw said, “hows the Italian girl?”
I’ve recently aquired a new “girlfriend” if you will and although i met her in a bar she doesn’t drink everyday. The girl is gorgeous and drinks on the weekends but i drink like they are going to stop brweing the shit tomorrow. I’m afraid if she finds out about my vice that she’ll back out of the relationship and man it pisses me off. Should i quit drinking, get her to drink as much as me (more fun for me!) or tell her that i kick alot of ass and i’m a drunk outlaw. Oh the choices we make!!!
I am staring into space drunk and stoneed. the cigarette smoke from my hand is clogging my view. in front of the monitor i type this on is a bottle of tempting ass absolut vodka. the label is staring me in the eyes. i’m already to drunk, but i just almost cant help myself. i definitely have a problem on my hands here. i havent’ not drank for a single day in almost 6 months. alcohol is a fucked up drug. Ive met a few people who can get wasted or whatever whenever they want and have no problem. i cant do that. i start drinking and cant stop. im only 20 yeaas old and starting to have stomach problems. i wake up everyday nauseous, which didn’t start happening until after about 2 years of daily drinking. I am fucked up now because of drinking. I was pretty fucked up before drinking, but I’m definitely worse off now.
all you who can handle your liquor are lucky motherfuckers. I wish you nothing more than the best!
Jesus. This should not be that difficult. Whoever is the webmaster for this website should make it much easier to post shit. This is a Test.
Webmaster: Okay. The reason that its so hard is because spam is out there. I’ll try to come up with a better system though.
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