Kind of a Shitshow

So this weekend was a bit of a let down. I went down to DC to meet up with an old roommate and drive down to see our other roommate for the weekend. It was really great getting to see them and catching up. But really, that's where the fun pretty much stopped. When we got there, we walked in the door and it smelled like pot. That should have been my first sign. The house was really gross. I mean, it was relatively in order. It wasn't a dump or anything, but it was clear that no one in this house owned a vacuum. And there was a dog and two cats living there. I would have gone kind of crazy if I had to stay much longer. Thankfully my friend brought sleeping bags. I've slept on some crap couches before, but I was still a little wary about these. They didn't really use their main living room, so it was cleaner than the rest. I obviously took one of the couches in there.

The whole weekend was nothing but drinking. I don't do that. I hate drinking usually. Especially if it's an all day affair. I'm ok with doing a bar for a few hours, but after that, I want to go home and sleep it off. Friday, we got there and went out to a bar. We played some bar games and then decided to just go home and drink there since we would have to cab back if we stayed too long. So we went home and my friend made me a glass of firefly. This was my big mistake for the weekend. Apparently it's pretty much just flavored vodka. I didn't really mix it with much, other than a lot of ice and a little water.

Well, later that night my body was ANGRY. i was up for about two hours. tried waiting it out but then i vommed 3 times in a row. it was extremely unpleasant. when did i become such an amateur. haha. the next morning i felt a little better. i even got a good breakfast without feeling too bad. i had a mimosa in the afternoon, but that was about it. that night a bunch of people came to their house to hang out so we were just drinking beer. Natty. gross. my body wasn't happy about that, so really i had maybe two or three the whole night.

It just really wasn't a fun time. Especially since everyone else was so drunk. I think I just realized that this is not the lifestyle for me. Working all week and doing nothing but drinking otherwise isn't my idea of a good time. Eventually I just said fuck it and got on my computer and then went to bed.

This morning was better. We went and walked around campus and hit up some old places we used to go to all the time. I do miss my friend and living with her. :)

Anyway. Not a very exciting story, but it wasn't a very exciting weekend. I rarely regret getting out and doing stuff, but this was one trip I probably could have done without. Aside from seeing my friends and catching up, the trip kind of blew. Oh well. So glad to be back home in New York. It's so funny how comfortable it's become.

Now I need to deal with work, which may or may not be a pain in the ass this week. And then I need to deal with a few boys. There's one guy I saw last week. He's 33 and HOTTT. He also lives like a block from my apartment, which is dangerous. :P lol. We had fun last time I saw him, but I think I'd like to get to know him a little better next time we meet up. So there's that this week. Fun stuff. :)

I should be getting to bed though. It's that time. Cheers.