Monday, February 26, 2007

The evening leading up to the worst headache I've ever had.

So, Breanne and I went out on Saturday. We did a little pre-gaming and chit-chatting over at the Rhino, because Jon and Alana are officially my favorite couple of all time. The problem was, I wasn't really counting my drinks while I was pre-gaming, and ended up drinking doubles all night. By the time we got to Broken, I was already pretty amped-up.

You know when you leave the house, and you really think you've got your outfit-steez set on lockdown for the night? Perhaps you're wearing your new glow-kicks...

...and perhaps you're wearing your gold fanny-pack (thanks, ladies... seriously best gift ever)...

...but then you turn around, and Liam Rogers is wearing this saucy number, and it puts everything you've ever worn to shame, and in your head you're all like "Okay, Sarah... Back to the fashion drawing board".

For the first night in a while, we weren't drinking Luckies, but I actually spent less money than a normal night.

(I think that had a little something to do with Brian Cheung, who really does win at life, and Breanne using her mega-charm on the bartenders)

See, Marco? Told you... You are amazingly photogenic. Too bad I'm not the same way.

At some point at the end of the night, I'm outside chatting with Josh, and this bartender that used to work at the Rhino was all like "I remember you", and I was all like "No, you don't". Then, I stopped and thought for a second... Yes, he did remember me, and that's not a good thing.

I guess we left the bar to go to a houseparty. Lately, I've been going to a lot of apartments that put my little slum-hole to shame.

Imagine waking up and seeing this every morning.

I ended up crate-digging for a couple of hours, which was rad, rad, rad (plus, did you see? I wore socks. This is the beginning of a whole new era).

Especially when I had a lady like Jen to crate-dig at my side.

Like, we're talking about one good record after another (thanks, Nate)...

See? I flipped when he threw this one on the decks, which would have happened with or without the gin.

Like all good things, the night had to come to an end at some point (which is probably a good thing).

I think I just experienced my first two-day hangover headache. Next time you see me drinking doubles all night, kick me in the face to remind me of the consequences.

~sarah p.

p.s. I know the grammar on this post is awful, but until the headache goes away, I'm not spellchecking or using anything I learned in grade-7 Language Arts.


Crystal said...

Jesus is lord aka the best parking lot ever when going to the Republik!!

nurey nicole said...

What a great beer! Good job ladies! Glad you went with the good stuff for a change :)