I'm a little slow today. I just switched to Sanka. So...have a heart?

Monday, March 17, 2008

I'm too old for this shit.


I didn't feel good this morning today.

When I went to work.

Still drunk.


Lemme tell ya' little story 'bout a guy named Bee -

Friday night, I calls up a friend and says, "Hey. Let's go to the Abbey." More of my friends called meand I tells them, "Come to the Abbey." Soon, there are seven of us at the Abbey. I got there at 9:30. We left... at... 12:45ish? Who's to say, really. We tripped to Tantra (which was on our way to Love Hate? No? Oops.) where, when the Bouncer told me it was a $20.00 cover, I pointed at him and laughed in his face. I didn't know we had gone to Tantra to meet up with people, so, boy, was my face red when I realized I now couldn't go there, because, you know, I pointed and guffawed at the Bouncer.

(But seriously, Tantra has a cover?! That place has been there for like... as long as I've lived here. That's a looong time in Miami Beach parlance. What business do they have charging a cover?)

So, the only reasonable option, given how shitcanned we were having sucked down Belgian Trappist Ales with 13% alcohol content for the last three hours and fifteen minutes, was to go to the Deuce.

And then to go to Taco San Loco. And then to go home. At 4:40 in the morning.

The next day I woke up at 9:45, and went to McDonald's, and ate a Sausage McBiscuit with Egg, because, they are fucking awesome, and I felt like death. Then I groaned for a while, and went to Marimekko and fucked around, picking out a wall hanging.

Then I lay by the pool, and then I got dressed, and went to Ago for dinner... then the Red Room... then the Setai... then Love Hate.

What time did I get home? 3! Awesome!

Yesterday, I woke up, NOT HUNGOVER, finally, and... dealt with a flood. My a/c overflowed, but that's another story for another time.

What'd I do at 3p.m. when one of my friends called me for a beer at Finnegans? You bet your sweet ass I sat outside drinking from 3-7:45 at which time we rolled over to the Standard and I drank half a bottle of wine.

Then... we went to Durty Purdy. Until 12:40. a.m. On a SUNDAY NIGHT.


I do not make very good choices these days.

My liver hates me. I hate me.

Next weekend I am NOT DRINKING. Sambuca.

Not that I drank it this weekend, but I'm trying to set attainable goals, and I think swearing off Sambuca is a good start. I can move to beer and vodka later... but for now... no Sambuca.


No Sambuca.

I'm getting too old for this shit.


Blogger Rootietoot said...

You're too old for that shit. While you were doing whatever it is you were doing, I was in bed by 8, up by 5, and drank nothing stronger than the excessively hard water of the Texas Panhandle. I think between the 2 of us is 1 normal person.

4:19 AM

Blogger SuperBee said...

At least the universe has achieved some level of stasis between us both? :) Welcome back. I was thinking about you, and sending you comforting vibes.

9:07 AM


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