Dom
05-24-2005, 07:14 AM
The 25th hour. I honestly didn’t think I would make it.
On Saturday, at around 8pm, I decided that I would spend 24 hours out of the house. By out of the house, I mean a bender. My original plan was to just hit every bar on St. Laurent street. This immediately proved impossible, because some bars and clubs actually close at some point.
So the 24 hours became 12. 12 is entirely possible, from 8pm to 8am, given that there are 4 or 5 decent after hours bars. It was vital I be sober today, why? Because I start my new job. I’m posting from my new desk, which is probably not the best way to start a new job, but who gives a shit.
So I start at Grumpys, near Ste Catherine at 8ish.
8:00 – I order my first drink, Vodka an Red Bull, highball.
8:15 – I order my 3th V&R, I am tipsy, but wired from the Redbull
8:45- on my 8th Vodka, I notice that I have been drinking alone in a bar, I panic. I immediately phone reinforcements.
9:05 – I meet my reinforcements (Richie, Mario & Cindy) at McKibbins
9:07 – Mario realizes I am already a little drunk, and decided to bail because he is a pussy
9:30 – We get kicked out of McKibbins. I honestly don’t know why, but I think when Richie told the bouncer to suck his dick, it didn’t help. (Richie is a very angry man)
9:45 – we arrive at Mile End on St. Laurent ( A bar/club). The second floor club doesn’t open until 11ish, so we drink at the bar.
9:55 – Cindy gets hit on for the first time, by some skinny geek in a striped sweater.
9:56 - Skinny geek learns that hitting on Richie’s girlfriend is not the best thing to do.
9:59 – Skinny geek nearly breaks his legs running to the bathroom to get away from Richie
10:30 – Club open early, I take position on the second floor bar.
10:35 – Christie! The bartender from my last time there is working and remember me! She immediately pours Vodka Limes for us.
11:35 – I have now had maybe 10 vodka limes, and some V&Rs so I’m up and down at the same time.
At this point, the night became fuzzy to me. All I know if I somehow woke up in Mario’s apartement. I called Richie to see what happened.
Apparently, I hit on Cindy, and since she was drinking she actually went along with it. Richie, who was stone sober (because he chose to drive), Richie did nothing, because he couldn’t believe she was going with it. Richie, who could honestly get any woman to take off her clothes, is not used to losing women. Especially to me.
So, what was his reaction? Was it to pound me? Which he could legitimately do, or was it to just laugh and understand we were both drunk. No, his idea was to drag Cindy to his car to sleep it off and leave me at the bar. I then drunk dialed Mario, and said something about the dream being dead and then I hung up. So while he came looking for me, I kept ordering Vodka and Redbulls. Now the thing is, Mario claims to have found me in front of Diablos, which to my knowledge is a full 15 blocks away from Mile End. I know I didn’t cab it , because I had no cash. I know I didn’t drive, because I had no car. I also don’t know how Mario thought to look there. That is, until I got…The Call!
The call was from some girl, who, apparently, drove me to Diablo’s on my whim. How did she get my number? From my wallet that she had. So I meet her on Monday, and I see she is a knockout. I immediately curse my lack of personal style for showing up not prepared. So I take her to lunch for returning my wallet. We talk over Mojitos and I ascertain that she hung out with me at Diablos. She met me at Mile End and we went from there. I ask how my wallet got into her car?
She blushes.
I become suddenly aware of the situation.
Her words, “Um….it was in your pants, under my bed”
JACKPOT!!!! Apparently we went to her apartment before going to the club. I wish I remembered this event, but apparently I was good enough that she wanted to go to dinner on Friday. I’m debating calling her.
Why you ask? Well, I’m not used to getting woman that look like her. And I have no idea what I did on Sunday morning, but apparently it was good. So, do I risk going out with her and disappointing her because I’m not that good when I’m sober. Or do I go forth and hope for the best?
On Saturday, at around 8pm, I decided that I would spend 24 hours out of the house. By out of the house, I mean a bender. My original plan was to just hit every bar on St. Laurent street. This immediately proved impossible, because some bars and clubs actually close at some point.
So the 24 hours became 12. 12 is entirely possible, from 8pm to 8am, given that there are 4 or 5 decent after hours bars. It was vital I be sober today, why? Because I start my new job. I’m posting from my new desk, which is probably not the best way to start a new job, but who gives a shit.
So I start at Grumpys, near Ste Catherine at 8ish.
8:00 – I order my first drink, Vodka an Red Bull, highball.
8:15 – I order my 3th V&R, I am tipsy, but wired from the Redbull
8:45- on my 8th Vodka, I notice that I have been drinking alone in a bar, I panic. I immediately phone reinforcements.
9:05 – I meet my reinforcements (Richie, Mario & Cindy) at McKibbins
9:07 – Mario realizes I am already a little drunk, and decided to bail because he is a pussy
9:30 – We get kicked out of McKibbins. I honestly don’t know why, but I think when Richie told the bouncer to suck his dick, it didn’t help. (Richie is a very angry man)
9:45 – we arrive at Mile End on St. Laurent ( A bar/club). The second floor club doesn’t open until 11ish, so we drink at the bar.
9:55 – Cindy gets hit on for the first time, by some skinny geek in a striped sweater.
9:56 - Skinny geek learns that hitting on Richie’s girlfriend is not the best thing to do.
9:59 – Skinny geek nearly breaks his legs running to the bathroom to get away from Richie
10:30 – Club open early, I take position on the second floor bar.
10:35 – Christie! The bartender from my last time there is working and remember me! She immediately pours Vodka Limes for us.
11:35 – I have now had maybe 10 vodka limes, and some V&Rs so I’m up and down at the same time.
At this point, the night became fuzzy to me. All I know if I somehow woke up in Mario’s apartement. I called Richie to see what happened.
Apparently, I hit on Cindy, and since she was drinking she actually went along with it. Richie, who was stone sober (because he chose to drive), Richie did nothing, because he couldn’t believe she was going with it. Richie, who could honestly get any woman to take off her clothes, is not used to losing women. Especially to me.
So, what was his reaction? Was it to pound me? Which he could legitimately do, or was it to just laugh and understand we were both drunk. No, his idea was to drag Cindy to his car to sleep it off and leave me at the bar. I then drunk dialed Mario, and said something about the dream being dead and then I hung up. So while he came looking for me, I kept ordering Vodka and Redbulls. Now the thing is, Mario claims to have found me in front of Diablos, which to my knowledge is a full 15 blocks away from Mile End. I know I didn’t cab it , because I had no cash. I know I didn’t drive, because I had no car. I also don’t know how Mario thought to look there. That is, until I got…The Call!
The call was from some girl, who, apparently, drove me to Diablo’s on my whim. How did she get my number? From my wallet that she had. So I meet her on Monday, and I see she is a knockout. I immediately curse my lack of personal style for showing up not prepared. So I take her to lunch for returning my wallet. We talk over Mojitos and I ascertain that she hung out with me at Diablos. She met me at Mile End and we went from there. I ask how my wallet got into her car?
She blushes.
I become suddenly aware of the situation.
Her words, “Um….it was in your pants, under my bed”
JACKPOT!!!! Apparently we went to her apartment before going to the club. I wish I remembered this event, but apparently I was good enough that she wanted to go to dinner on Friday. I’m debating calling her.
Why you ask? Well, I’m not used to getting woman that look like her. And I have no idea what I did on Sunday morning, but apparently it was good. So, do I risk going out with her and disappointing her because I’m not that good when I’m sober. Or do I go forth and hope for the best?