It’s Sunday night. Usually I’m doing some last minute homeworking. Or I’m watching an episode of Community. Or both.
But this Sunday was different. Besides seeing one of my favourite (Top 7) bands (Metronomy) in concert, front row and making some serious eye contact with the cuteness that is the keyboardist, I also went to a bar. I know what you’re thinking. “Wooooow! I’m so jealous, I heard those are like supper rare !”.
I never go to bars. I’m technically not allowed to because I’m not eighteen. Oh my god ! Under age drinking :O (I will be deleting this post before I get famous). But my friends wanted to so why not peanut. And then I find out that Keith’s beer is a mere 4$. Oh no…this is going to be a long night. My friend Larietta (her name has obviously been changed, you think I’d be friends with a girl called Larietta?) likes drinking. A lot. And she’s generous when she’s drunk too. So she just kept buying me beers. And I’m lightweight. There’s a story right there ! So I’m drinking and singing along to the cheesy music. But I’m one of those drunks who laughs. A lot. No but you don’t understand. I make hyenas look like Stalin. When you’re drunk aaaaanything is funny. I, myself, took the liberty of getting out of my chair, sitting down with my knees bent next to my friend (what’s a good fake name?…Hmmm…) Caramelia (IT EXISTS !). I edge over to her ever so slightly and then whisper into her ear:
“I’m a hobbit.”
(I bet he thinks he’s a hobbit)
So when I’m drunk I make “Lord of the Rings” references. That’s pretty cool actually. AND THEN, to cap it all, the rather good looking guitarist with whom I had exchanged a fair few looks with throughout the night gave me his number. Like his phone number. Like
But you know what? I ain’t gonna text him.
Anywhoodles. Enough sharing my lurid love life with my English teacher (Hello Mrs. Walser !). Whenever I go out and drink with my friends, stuff happens. I would say “shit” but it’s not always bad. Although I did drunk text my friend telling her that ever since she got a boyfriend she changed…So yeah, I guess you could say that shit happens when I drink. But I also have a lot of fun. So where’s the balance? Do the two just cancel out in the end? Would’ve I been better to have stayed at home watching “Community” in the comfort of my home? I know not. I had “a night to remember,” but that doesn’t always imply that it was good. Technically, I remember the night my aunt died but it doesn’t mean it was good. Wow..this post has taken a dark turn….Anywhoodles. Basically, I’m confused. My generation seems determined to repress their mistakes and issues by getting shit faced and then saying that, despite the mind-shattering hangover, “it was like toooootally worth it and like amazing”.
Seize the carpe, drink responsibly.