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!!!