Saturday, June 20, 2009

What a revolting development...

It's Saturday afternoon, I'm sprawled out on the man-couch, relaxing and recovering from a hang over. And while I did get drunk, it was a very different night from my usual debauchery-filled booze fests.

I didn't get absolutely trashed on sambucca shots.

I didn't mix my drinks so much I vomit.

I didn't spill booze all over my new white leather shoes.

I didn't smoke a single cigarette.

I didn't send multiple texts to random past hook ups.

I didn't step onto a dance floor.

I didn't pash on with a single bloke.

I didn't stay out till the break of dawn.

Are you as shocked as me?

I was actually home on the couch by 12:30am. I spent very little money, and I can remember every single part of the night.

What the hell is wrong with me?

8 comments:

Damien NZ said...

As long as you had fun .... that is the main thing.

Jen said...

Not shocked so much as puzzled.....why not?! Please don't go all grown up and responsible on me, who will I live vicariuosly through then?!

Damien NZ said...

The pashing and dancing would have been okay - not getting drunk or vomiting is a good thing.

Meanwhile - you should be beaten for admitting you did sambucca shots in the past *shudder*

phishez said...

Aging is a bitch. But at least its cheap!

cb said...

You DIDN'T "pash on"??? How disappointing...

The Mutant said...

Booo, hisssssssss... What are you, fucking married. Your life sounds like mine now.

Don't let it happen to yourself man. Save yourself while you still can!

Nick said...

white leather shoes ? I know you are living in Brisvegas, but I always thought you had a little bit of class.

RG said...

You drink Sambucca?