My Thursday night was a little crazy to say the least. My best friend (probably my only true friend) decided to show up at my house at 11pm. You may think this is a little late for a weekday but my friend has the strangest work schedule. He works from 3pm until 11pm for the local authority. He cleans and is very well paid, surprisingly. It isn’t the most intellectually stimulating of jobs but it definitely lines his pockets. Anyway more about my night.
I have recently injured my foot so I have a limp and for some reason my calf was hurting badly, probably something to do with me constantly shifting my weight to avoid hurting myself. Earlier in the day I took some mild painkillers to deal with it. That was probably a mistake seeing as my friend decides to show up with Desperados and other beer. We usually get together to drink and discuss various goings on. My woman was out-of-town, she headed down to St. Louis Missouri with the family to see her aunt. So I was totally free.
We discussed our guitar playing, our ‘friends’ and plans for the near future getting more and more drunk all the while. Between talking and dicking around on Facebook we consumed quite a lot of beer. It was now around 2am and we were thinking of calling it quits. I don’t know if it was the fact that I was intoxicated or that I’d been extremely bored of late but I decided why not head out to the only 24hr gas station/ liquor store that I knew of. So we headed out into the early morning air to grab the next few rounds.
We’d started on a pretty strong beer called Stella Artois or ‘the only good thing to come out of Belgium besides chocolate.’
I have an irrational hatred of Belgium but that’s for another time. We finally reached the store where there was a line of around 3 people. A friendly yet skanky looking woman who was probably a hooker, a random black guy looking to buy talk time and a man who had just finished shift and was looking for the same thing as we were. The gas station didn’t sell talk time and the friendly hooker was quick to leave, this leaves the one guy who asked the middle eastern clerk for some Red Stripe Jamaican beer. This clerk either had very bad english or was completely retarded because he brought over some random Dutch beer and two cans of Australian beer.
It was all good fun trying to direct this idiot to what we wanted but after a while he began to hurt my skull so my friend asked politely to be let into the store so he could get exactly what he wanted. After I stepped back and he removed his hood the clerk allowed him into the store, watching, ultra paranoid the whole time. We finally got our stuff and left for my place. Upon returning we sat down and opened our Budweiser, I chose buds because I didn’t want to be too wasted and I had an appointment in the morning. After drinking four more of those things got real interesting.
I posted a generic Facebook status, I know my bad right?
The status sparked an inquiry by my woman’s mother that had me defending my position in her daughter’s life. Maybe I took the inquiry wrong because I was drunk, who knows.
I also decided to apologise for a previous wrong in which communications were mixed and I ended up taking someones head off over something they never said. After the brain racking from her mother and the apology I felt I’d made everything right. I then get a call from my woman asking me if I’m drunk which I handle very well, we talk for another hour and she falls asleep.
We continue drinking, planning and talking until we realise it’s 4am and I begin to realise how wasted I actually am. My friend offered to buy us breakfast at a local cafe, we started with a cheese burger and energy drinks while we waited for our fried breakfast and coffee. I drank more caffeine than I thought possible even pouring red bull into coffee. I drank so many energy drinks it isn’t even funny. I have a caffeine problem. We ate, read the news papers and talked to the cafe owner from 6am until about 7am then returned home to my place. At one point my friend was so wasted he mistook the Turkish flag for the crescent moon of Islam.
We headed back to my place and began to listen to the radio way too loudly for 7.30am. I think I even played guitar in the garden. My friend had to head back to his place for a change of clothes and I lay there on the couch falling asleep until he returned with some more energy drinks. We waited until it was time then left. We got to the bus stop to travel a few miles down the road and sat mostly silent on the bus until I realised that I had forgotten an important document. It turned out to be a non issue since I could talk my way around not having it. The appointment was swiftly over and we went to the bank in order to deposit some money.
While in the bank I caught the news and weather. The news kind of angered me, the government seriously believes that by removing branding people aren’t going to smoke?
It’s the same as when they put a 30pence tax on them to stop kids from smoking, it just isn’t going to happen. If these kids want the cigarettes I’m sure they’ll find an extra 30pence. If people want to smoke they’re going to do so. The government needs to stop raising taxes under the guise of helping people. It sickens me.
We left again for home where we had coffee and talked until it was 12.30pm and I needed to sleep, my friend had to go to work at 3pm so we said goodbye and split. I finally got into bed when one of my cats decided she wanted to be friendly and annoy the crap out of my, fighting me for space until 1.30pm. When I finally got to sleep my other friend shows up at my place and I pretty much just go back to bed because I didn’t have the energy to talk. At 2pm I finally slept. Exhausted from that long, long night.
That was one hell of a night, the best night in a while.
This post would have been a lot better with photos.
Misanthropist
