Nov 5 – 7

Friday: Went to happy hour with an old coworker, then went to dinner with them. Happy hour cost $6 including tip, dinner cost $31 or so? Instead of being sober maybe I should just skip dinner.

Saturday: Met up with two friends, J & S. We went for a late lunch because I totally forgot I made plans to grab lunch late last night. But we still made it. Yum. We did a little shopping at Uniqlo. I am sad that Uniqlo has become The Gap. It feels like they sold out.

We went to Coyote Ugly. The bartender was surprisingly cute. The place was expectedly dead. It also smelled of barf.

S left so we went to a cheap place with $5 2-for-1 well drinks. We started on the Ketel One. I texted people that everything was going downhill from here.

We decided to get food. Because of our intoxication we stumbled into a Ukrainian place. Their dumplings (whatever they’re called in Ukraine) were delicious. We had the munchies.

In the middle of our dinner I suddenly realized I had enough liquid courage to get a piercing. I convinced J to get one with me. Thank you, Ketel One!

We stumbled into the piercing place. We kept reminding each other, “Act sober! Act sober!” We signed our forms, paid, and went into the back room. I got mine done and started chatting up the other patrons. Suddenly everybody looked at the back room. Apparently J was screaming like a girl, so I went in and made fun of him. I probably should have made a video.

Our piercer told us to stay away from beer, but hard liquor was okay. Sure. We went to the bar next door and got a few glasses of whisky. I made my one approach of the night, some snowboarder chick drinking by herself. I was acutely aware that she was out to get laid tonight. If I weren’t so drunk I would have taken her back to her place and fucked her. Instead I took her number. Thank you, Ketel One.

Next we went for sake at Decibel. The line was unusually fast. We split a bottle of sake.

Then… I black out. And so does J. In the morning, our pockets reveal that we went to Village Yokocho. We are both stunned by this revelation in the morning. I do remember having a hankering for takoyaki though.

Next thing I remember, I’m at a bus stop with J. I decide not to go home because I’d rather stick with J than take the train and walk home alone, in the cold. On the bus I pay for my fare. J’s fumbling and can’t find his card so I pay for his fare. He continues to fumble and then pays for his fare a second time.

On the bus ride I’m super social. I chat up everyone within arm’s reach. I don’t know where I’m getting off and J’s bent over nursing his intoxication, so every two minutes I shake him and ask where we’re getting off. Of course within seconds I forget and ask him again. After three or four times, all my neighbors know where we’re getting off and start answering in place of J.

We stumble back to J’s place. I pass out on the couch. Every two hours I wake up and, fearing a headache, drink several cups of water. It’s cold so I sneak around looking for a comforter. Door #1 reveals a passed out S: comforter occupied. Door #2 reveals an unoccupied comforter! I start tugging on it to reveal a passed out J. Door #3 is the linen closet. Success!

As I’m sleeping I feel small cat feet walk across my body every so often.

Sunday: I wake up at J’s place. J has no idea how or why I’m at his house. But he does remember screaming his address every few minutes on the bus.

We get breakfast. J is the walking dead. I hang out with S at the house until J drives me to the ferry.

The incoming ferry slams into the buffer zone so hard it visibly bends and bounces back. The lady next to me looks worried. I ask her if this is normal. She says no, and hopes that that’s not the next ferry out. Luckily it wasn’t.

On the ferry I text the girl from last night. No response. Duh, she probably got dick last night from the guy next to her instead of the drunk who had his priorities all fucked up. Thank you, Ketel One.

I get home, finally. After making a green smoothie and cleaning my piercing I pass out. I have no desire to go out until my body recovers from the alcohol and piercing.

I revealed my piercing to my dad just now. He was unreactive.