Night at the Roxbury.

In an effort to "fuggit abat it", blow off some steam, dance it off, whatever you want to call it, I drank myself to oblivion last night.  No job, no man to lean on, basically no friends to lean on (one friend just went through a major tragedy, and I don't like to talk to a lot of people about my being constantly down in the dumps lately, so maybe that is my own fault), so the only thing left to do was go to a club, get in for free and drink free booze. Had I known this vodka we were drinking was basically the same as Popov I may not have just spent 10 or so minutes brushing my teeth trying to get the taste of vomit out of my mouth.

But not to worry, I'm okay. Ralphing usually makes me feel better. Until I started to realize this morning why I felt the need to have a friend (I said no friends to lean on) hold my hair back as I puked up my cranberry and vodka. I had barely eaten anything yesterday. You would think I would learn by 25 that I can't go out drinking only eating a few graham crackers, some ice cream, and a BBQ chicken salad.

Despite all of this, I had a good time. The Roxbury is actually where the Green Door used to be, and that was one of my faves like 2 years ago.  The music was good, and most everyone was pretty nice. I even ran into someone I knew once that I didn't really care for.

So the lesson I have taught myself is this: Even if it is free booze, it doesn't mean it is good booze. The reason a waiter from Morton's got that table was because he didn't pay for Grey Goose. Hey, I wouldn't be able to afford that either, but lesson learned. Go with the good stuff, or puke it up later. I guess I just wanted to get drunk though. And don't worry, I had the cajones to pour my own drink, so if anyone had roofied me, it would have been me, and that doesn't benefit anyone.

I have to wash my hair, it doesn't smell like anything but I did sleep in my makeup and I'd like to have the pleasure of feeling normal. I cannot forget that despite all of this shit (and the fact that I paid for the 22.95 cab ride back to my friends car on the other side of town) the end of the night went very very well. I managed to slip my sweatpants over my non existent ass and pull on an oversized t-shirt. I curled up, turned my phone OFF and went to sleep on my amazing bed with my Egyptian cotton sheets.  That is probably what I should have done 5 hours before. Oh well.