Fucks
Friday night:I go to bed at 11 cause I am gonna get up at 5 to go to the lake. I stopped drinking (and it wasnt heavy) at 930. Around 1 I woke up feeling ill (pizza + beer + burger = me having an upset stomach). My room mate gets back with his new fuck-buddy around 130-2. They talk in the living room LOUDLY. They go to his room
[cuz I can hear stuff, if you know what I mean]. I hit the bathroom to vomit and sit in the warm shower. I get out and hear them gettin' it on
. They fall asleep around 320. I FINALLY fell asleep around 4.
Saturday:Up at 8. Nothing to eat so I have two small fruit cups. I hit Wal Mart for snacks, water, and beer (goin' to the lake). I get bagels and bananas too. I ate 1/2 a bagel on the way up to the lake. I get there at 1030 but no one is answering their phone
. I drive around an hour, finally they call me. 30 minutes later I find the place.
At the cabin is a dude I know, drunk as HELL. My friend, Gus, convinces thi guy, DJ, to stay at the cabin to sober up while we're on the houseboat. We leave. A while later we see THREE ambulances and two ranger trucks pull up. Crap! DJ passed out on the side of the street sprawled out with beer around him. There is an awesome picture, I'll post it if I get it. The rangers dropped him off at the Circle K about
10 miles away. He called Gus but Gus didnt answer as we had bad cell reception on the lake. The voicemail was: "Come get me. I'm at the Circle K. Take a right, and a right, then a right, and a right." He hitch hiked back and ended up on the shore arms up staring at us saying "What the fuck am I supposed to do!?" We took him to a hotel later.
Once we were back on land I picked up drinking (I drank on the house boat, but not much or fast). I drank a lot too quick, especially for not eating. I don't remember 7 'til pass out time. I DO remember holding my sleeping bag as I was about to walk to my truck to pass out in the back seat, but people told me to stay. They wouldn't tell me where I should sleep, just to stay at the cabin.
While in bed I heard a dude's mom and her horny boyfriend talking. He kept wanting some
. That was not good that we were all in that room (it was them, me, and about 6 other friends).
Sunday:I'm talkin with Gus and notice this crusted something on my shorts. He said I spilled beans a lot last night. Later that morning when I went to change into a clean shirt I realized I was already wearing it. The shirt I pulled out of my bag was covered in beans, ha.
We picked up DJ. He said he called Gus that morning and left a message saying "Uhm, dude, can I come back? I'm bored." hahahaha!
Yeah, I won't do that not eating and then drinking thing again. At least I woke up with out a hang over!