Do A Little Dance, Make A Little Love…
November 17th, 2001 by Kevin
I slept for sixteen hours last night. Sixteen hours of unadulterated, blissful, drunken sleep. I guess getting ridiculously shitfaced did the trick.So girl’s night out was just as I had hoped it would be - infused with drunkenness, mayhem, madness, neurosis, and plenty of laughter. (Mostly at the expense of club patrons - I mean, if you’re still wearing acid-washed, tight-rolled jeans, you’re setting yourself up…)
K. was truly in rare form, and I was not far behind. We drank the larger part of a fifth of raspberry vodka before leaving for the club. Six of us went to M.’s before going out, which was fun except for the fact that two were smoking pot, and the smell of that stuff really makes me feel ill. I think I’ve smoked it four or five times over the course of my life, and that was plenty.
I won’t get into any gross details regarding the evening’s festivities, because I don’t remember sny.
Today, I feel like I was run over by a truck, but it was certainly worth it to get a good stretch of sleep. The insomnia was really, really starting to get to me, but I feel much lighter today. I’m also in a much better mood.
D. wisely didn’t give me any flak for coming home blitzed at 2 AM. I think he now understands that I really needed to get out, get funky, and get stupid.
It was retro night at the club. One thing I do vaguely remember is dancing to K.C. and the Sunshine Band on top of a speaker. Oy…
