Saturday February 13, 2010

Sleeping on Justin's couch ends up being a little harder to accomplish tonight than it has in the past for reasons unknown to me. I manage to fall asleep for about an hour while we were watching Lock, Stock, and Two Smoking Barrels, and then wake up to a passed out Mary on the other couch, and a strangely awake Justin, who is now watching Terminator 2. I knew this without even opening my eyes, as I can hear Edward Furlong's voice cracking and pinpoint that voice and movie from a mile away. I quickly pass out again, only to wake up about two hours later at the very end of T2. Justin, for some odd reason, is still awake, so I feel I am at least making more progress than he is. I pass out again, this time for a solid 3 hours.

I wake up around 8:00 in the morning and Justin is still fucking awake! This time, he's putting on Rocky, which makes me insanely giddy, even though I am pissed off that I can't sleep well. Rocky always puts me in a good mood. These eases my thoughts a bit and I pass out for another 3 hours. I wake up for good around 11:00, as does Mary. Justin finally gave up and went upstairs to sleep. Mary and I put the basement back together and I shoot a call over to my Mom to let her know I was coming back to the condo so she could let me in. She doesn't answer, so I call Tool, who apparently didn't get home from the city until 6:30 this morning. He tells me he'll let me in, so I finish cleaning up the basement, put my pants back on, and cruise.

I get home and Tool is surprisingly awake and on the phone with V, discussing last night's mishaps. Turns out some jag off tried to fight him. Nothing happened, but, long story short, this asshole was hitting on these two chicks that my brother and Chris and Dave T. both knew, and they were starting to get pissed. My brother just went over to one of the girls and started talking to them to kind of "save her" from the creep ass that wouldn't leave them alone. Apparently, this really pissed the asshole off, so he attempted to put my brother in a head-lock, failing miserably. Toll even made a point of saying that he didn't even spill his beer. That's how much this guy failed. Before he knew it, two bouncers were on top of the guy throwing him out of the bar, and two bouncers were also holding back Dave T., who was trying to murder the asshole. It was a pretty entertaining story, to say the least.

My mom calls me not too long after I get home to let me know that she took my Grandma to the doctor because her tooth was bothering her so bad that she needed some sort of prescription pain reliever. She said she had gotten Dunkin' Donuts for everyone earlier, but didn't know if I would be home this morning, so she didn't get any for me. However, my mother refuses to single any of her children out. Bless the woman's heart, she offers to stop on their way home and pick me up Subway, or some variation of a sandwich or lunch meal. I tell her Subway is fine, put in my order for a sweet onion chicken teriyaki sub, and head into the bathroom for a shower.

Once the shower is all finished, I dry off and sit at my computer to update the diary. My mom and Grandma show up not too long after with my sub and I go to town on it, as I'm hungrier than hell. They round up my little cousin, Milea, and her friend and take off for Pet's Mart to look for a new cat for Milea. My brother decides to take the trip with them, and I opt to stay home, as I'm still really work out from not sleeping well at Justin's. I head into my room and finish updating the diary and do a little work on the screenplay. After about an hour, I give up on writing due to lack of concentration ability. I head into the living room and hit up some Mario 64.

The family gets home just around 5:00 and packs everything up to head out to the hotel for the night. I bid everyone farewell and start getting ready for my 6:00 shift tonight. I get dressed and cruise over to the Bou. I get there and am instantly in a shitty mood, due to all the bullshit that has gone down over the last few days. I immediately lose all motivation and respect (if there was any to begin with) for the place and am just bitching up a storm when I get in. I bitch and complain for at least the first hour and a half of my shift, but start to feel bad when I realize I'm actually making my co-worker feel like shit. I'm working with Natalie tonight, and she's by far one of the coolest broads I work with, so I do genuinely feel bad about being such a crab ass. I then decide that, in lieu of my awesome demotion, I'm going to take a trip around the corner and get myself a bottle of wine to consume when things start to wind down at closing time.

I tell Natalie I'll be back in ten minutes, pretend to take out the garbage, so no customers get suspicious, I leave the garbage can behind the dumpster, and proceed to round the corner and pimp into Wine Styles. Once in, I'm greeted by one of the co-owners, Kris, who owns the place with her husband. Both are insanely nice and pleasant people. Kris offers to give me a tour of the place, as it's my first visit. Knowing damn well I'm still on the clock at work, I accept the invite and Kris proceeds to show me around the store. She picks out a nice white wine for me and I even sign up for their e-mail team. A very pleasant trip, to say the least. I head back to the dumpster, put the bottle of wine underneath the bag so no one can see it, and then wheel the garbage can back into the store. Once in the back room, I take out the bottle and put it on ice to let it chill. Damn it feels good to be a gangsta.

I end up going to Chipotle for a burrito, my first one of the week, as I'm trying to stay at least a little healthier than I have been. I wolf the sonbitch down and then start closing up the store. 9:45 rolls around and pretty much every customer is gone, so I pop open the bottle of wine and proceed to sip on it for the remainder of the evening at work. I get a text from Justin saying to meet them at Cabana Charley's when I get off work, which makes me close the place down even faster. We bomb out of work just about quarter after ten and I cruise over to Cabana. I meet up with Justin, Mary, Steinhaus, and Jerry. The special tonight is $3 Coronas. I actually very much dislike Corona, but it's cheap and I don't have a lot of money, so I order one up.

Four Coronas later, mixed with the wine from earlier, and I'm feeling pretty buzzed. Justin is super tired from not getting much sleep last night, so he opts to cruise home. It's only midnight, so I'm a little disappointed, but I understand. We all cruise outside for a smoke and everyone parts ways. I walk with Jerry, as our cars were parked close to each other. Just as we're walking away, Katie runs out and catches up with us, inviting us in for a few drinks with her and her friends. We accept and cruise back into Cabana for some more beers.

It's almost 1:30 AM when I finally decide to cruise home. Luckily, Cabana Charley's is about two minutes from my condo, so I suck it up and drive home. I don't condone drunk driving, but sometimes it's necessary and forgivable. Tonight was one of those times. I successfully make it home, do the nightly routine, and proceed to pass out watching Blow.