WAIT WHAT HAPPENED?

Yep happened again... I was at the bar with friends... Err, I should start earlier then that... I was at this other bar with friends... A pre wedding party I guess.. Taking shots and pounding beers... Having a good time, it's suddenly announced that some one else will be driving my truck to town, apparently I had already had to much to drink... fuck it, ill go along with it...

No body drives my truck but me, mind you... I don't get into someone else's car very often either with out demanding to drive... I just don't like it... Blinded drunk I'm a better driver than most of the people I know... I get car sick.. yep, that's it...

So we make it to town... Two car loads of people going to Rachs... We get there and there is a taxi showing up... Not enough room for all of us... So we call another taxi and three of us go at a time... My g.f. opts to take the next taxi... Okay, whatever... Didn't want to ride with me in the car either, whatever...

We make it over to the London Bridge pub... Nice place.. I've been there before, but that's another story.. We are there to watch a friends band.. They are good, and immediately they start to rock the fucking house... I buy drinks for friends and shooters for the band... We step out side at some point and smoke a little hash... Smart move... Back into the bar for more drinks, dancing and more shooters... This is where it gets hazy, more drinks... I remember paying for my tab thinking it was going to be about a hundred bucks... I don't remember what it was though... I tipped huge! I recall that...More haze setting in..

I'm outside smoking a cigarette and something happened... What the fuck was it? Was I arguing with Rach again? I wonder what it was that set me off? I start walking away and decide to walk to Carmel... Not an easy task for those of you not familiar with the area... Its not that its a terribly long way, its that there is no real way to get there from downtown with out getting on the highway... So I'm having fun walking and being pissed about something... Wishing I had a fucking beer... I made some calls (to whom? Id have to check my cell phone... Oops..)

I stumble upon this chic sleeping on a bus stop bench... I tried to ask her where the fuck I was and she jumps up as if struck by lightning!! Screaming!!! At the top of her lungs... I guess she didn't know how the hell she got to where she was either... Maybe i scared her... Cause she starts running up the street, then across the street and then back the other way! Right by me on the other side of the street... Sees me again and screams an octave higher... Funny shit...

It was a nice neighborhood, I was able to see Monterey down the hill with all its city lights on... So I call a cab..

"Yeah, uh, I'm on Franklin and cedar, I need a pick up.."

"Sorry sir, there is no Franklin and cedar." she hissed

"Well I'm fucking standing on the corner here and that's what it says!"

Click, she hangs up...Understandably.. How many drunk fuckers does she deal with in a night?? Who knows which cab company 411 gave me anyway.. So I try again, but now I'm walking back towards town... Apparently I got tired of walking up hill...

"Yellow cab..."

"Yeah, I'm walking down Franklin to Monterey, I was on cedar and now I'm on..."

I started to run to the end of the block to get another cross street... When she says...

"Well sir, it sounds like you should keep walking"

"What did you say? I need a fucking taxi... I'm on Franklin, doesn't anybody want to make some goddamn money tonight?"

You guessed it...Click... At that point I was thinking.. what a fucking bitch! in retrospect, I would have hung up as well.. What an ass hole... So I flag down a cab driving by and make it back to carmel!!

I wake up several hours later to everyone coming back to rachs... What the fuck, D sounds pissed and has something edgy in her voice...

Blip.. (see previous post for answer to your "what the fuck does blip mean?" question...)

For some reason I get up and storm out of the house... The haze was coming in and out like coastal fog... Jump in my truck and drive down the coast and up the mountain to my house... What the fuck? My alarm goes off this morning at seven and I shut it off... Completely forgetting that I'm supposed to be in a movie today... Just helping out a friend and being an extra... Now I really feel bad as I wake up around noon... Crack a beer and sit here...

So what really happened... It probably goes like this... I got drunk, turned into an asshole and left the bar, left the house, drove home and missed the movie... I could have simply written that, but then you wouldn't know what I thought of the evening... Well I guess I should show up at my friends wedding today, maybe I wont get so drunk and be such an ass hole... Maybe not...