Continued Tequila Entry 4/28/2001
Anyway, I kind of got hit on by the bouncer in the second club. I showed him my ID, and he also let me in without a probem. As I went to hand him money for the club he put his arm around my shoulder and said, "Keep it. Unless you really want to give it to me." I don't know, the way he was talking, I don't think he was talking about money. But anyway, we seemed to have lost Michele and Jane at the second club. Becca bought me another drink, which was absolutley disgusting called a mind eraser. I couldn't even finish it. By this time, I was beyond drunk. I couldn't pronounce Becca's name properly anymore and everything looked like it was on fast forward. As we're sitting at the table, I asked Becca, "Are you okay? We lost your friends; I'm sorry." Becca replies, "I'm here with you, that's all that matters." That was probably the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. Then, she leans over and says, "So what's this fear of sex that you have?" (Wow, that was probably the most radical change in direction I've ever heard). So I just kind of shrug, too drunk to formulate a coherent answer. She says, "It doesn't matter. Guys like virgins because they like to teach you stuff." I just kind of shrug again, a little amazed we're even having this conversation. We left the second club and went back into the first club.
We met up with guy named Justin and one of his friends that looked like Brendan Frasier. We had also met them at the second club--Becca told me that she hooked up with Justin in a cab on her birthday. He kept putting his beer bottle on my head; I don't know if he was trying to make me laugh or piss me off. I was too drunk to care anyway. We met up with Jane and Michele, and some of Rebecca's sorority sisters. Becca whispered to me that some of them only said hi to her because they were in the same sorority. We all started dancing and I don't remember much after that. Some guy was dancing behind me with his hands on my hips. I didn't touch him or even turn around; I was too drunk to even really realize what was going on. I remember Becca saying something about a guy in a blue shirt. He was behind Michele, I think he was dancing with her, I don't really remember. I remember saying, "He's hot!" and Rebecca urging me to talk to him. I said no, I don't remember why. Later Rebeeca told me that the guy I was dancing with was gorgeous, and the hot guy in the blue shirt was tryng to talk to me. We were sitting at a table outside of the bathroom when she told me this. I asked, "He was dancing with me? Why?" Becca replied, "You're cute and you're an awesome dancer." I just kind of shook my head ans said "Oh that's good then." I knew I was drunk, and I knew in the back of my head what was going on, but I couldn't force myself to talk normally or walk properly.
We left around one. I kept asking Rebecca if she was mad at me. She assured me she wasn't, and no-one else was either, and that everyone loved me. She told me later that we were going home because of she had to work the next day, which even in my drunken state I knew was a lie. Rachel fed me matza and water, and told me that eating would make me feel better. Later, I snuck into the bathroom in Becca's room and threw it all up. When I got out, she was standing outside of the door looking worried. Rachel put me to bed, and tucked me in. This morning I threw up at least twice, and was just not a happy person until about 1:00 this afternoon.
Jane and Michele were hanging out this morning outside of the bathroom with the shower in it. They asked if I felt all right and I just said I was a little sick this morning. They both looked at each other and Jane said, "Artist, you drank more than we did last night, and you're body isn't used to it. You didn't even give yourself a break when you were drinking. You need to calm down." Michele offered me some Peptobismol (spelling?) but I quietly declined and hid in the shower. I embarrassed myself, and Becca, and Becca's friends were pissed at me because I drank too much. I honestly don't believe they have any reason to be pissed at me if Becca isn't pissed. First of all, Becca and I kind of announced that I was going to get blitzed Friday and Saturday night. Everyone knew this. I didn't vomit in the club, I didn't go home with a stranger and have Becca and her friends chasing after me, I didn't scream and shout like all of the other obnoxious drunks. I was fairly well-behaved drunk with poor coordination. Most of the night I stayed by them and just danced; I didn't hurt anyone, and I cut myself off after the Mind Eraser because I knew enough was enough. So now I'm a little pissed as well. Not at Becca, of course, she was awesome. She left me a note this morning. She's a tour guide, and I was supposed to go on her tours just so we could be together. I missed the tour obviously, because I was sick. She left me a note actually apologizing for getting me sick. (My sister kicks serious ass. She didn't get me sick, I got myself sick). The note basically says that even though she's not here, she's going to take car of me and lists a number of things I should do to make myself feel better.
Tonight we're going to the Shaggy concert, so we'll see what happens.
Phobias of the Day: Arachibutyrophobia- Fear of peanut butter sticking to the roof of the mouth
(I forgot to put a phobia on the last diary entry, so I'll be cool and give you two)
Ataxiophobia- Fear of ataxia (muscular incoordination)
Until later
Artist
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