I'm never drinking again (again)

Wow, so three weekends straight where I promise not to drink again. This one burned the worstests but felt the bestests. Went to SD but I didn't go to Jenn's kicking the door down to get my shit or anything (i'm just going to let her keep it/burn it) but instead I visited Blizair and Brandon my homeboys who I met while living down there. Picked up my mini fridge and then came back up to LA all before saturday evening.

As soon as I got home My cousin Jr. and Jerry and his gf Connie were on their way to pick me up to go cruising and chill in Santa Monica. So I showered and got ready for the evening. We went, saw, chilled, and argued as usual. On the ride back I guess I couldn't contain it anymore and brokedown from my relationship ending and just started spitting out mass amounts of crap. We decided to go to Ivan's party to cheer up and it was on. I decided that I would not hold on to my baggage after that evening and the best way to spit it all out would be to get drunk be happy and spill my guts. Well lo-and-behold everyone and their baby's momma was there. It was fantabulastic. All my wrestlers were there and a couple of new people. As soon as I got there, I took down 5 shots of tequila within 30 minutes. During the course of the night I hit 12, and 3-4 random drinks that dru/brian made for me. It was great because I got to hang out with all my friends and my new friends Jerry and Connie. The night ended with me kidnapping Dru's gf and ranting about my ex to her, and Quiche breaking his head on plywood and arguing with Connie for no reason. Before we went home we all decided to get some food at some asian restaurant. SOMEHOW I got left behind in the middle of the street and had to call everyone to bitch them out. Eventually someone came to get me (apparently everyone else thought that someone else was taking the drunk, but no one did (BASTARDS!!)) After being at the restaurant drunk, and wasting my money cuz all we did was throw food around and harass the waiters we drove home. It was entertaining because listening to 4 drunk guys sing 80's at the top of their lungs is something that you must experience before you die.

The next morning, I woke up sober (at 1pm)... I was kind of pissed because I never got the crazy crazy drunk experience I wanted... only the drunk experience. Well at that point me and Jr. called Jerry and he picked us up so we could go get Connie and then eat. Well when we arrived at Baja Fresh... my drunkness hit me. Wow, it felt fucking strange, like a delayed reaction. So after they ate, they took me home and I passed out. Only to have everyone rally at my house again so we could go eat ice cream and play cards.

Since hanging out with my 3 non-paying roomies (Che, Jerry, Junior) I have had an interesting adventure every week.

On a side note, I did not get to hang out with Eileen in SD due to us missing each other's calls repeatedly. However we did talk on the phone and she invited me to her bday party. I will keep you updated on that... She still sounds cute on the phone (just wanted to add that). Also Che noted that he was amazed at how nervous I was on the phone with her, which I agree with. Usually I handle talking to women rather smoothly but lately I've been out of it, but with her I've never been smooth.

Hopefully you are feeling better Bender and I wish you were in LA cuz not a week would go by where we didn't have an adventure worth remembering to tell our grandkids.

Joe out...