WTF is wrong with me?

Posted by Mel on Sep 15, 2008 in Out-n-About | 4 comments

Because I make the most awesome of decisions while intoxicated, I figure it would be perfect to do one or more of the following:

a) Give myself The Worst Ever Hangover, which prevented me from any and all tailgating activities ALL DAY long on Sunday.

b) Pass along my blog AND phone number to a Plain Dealer reporter, who got me seriously, seriously drunk at both Bier Markt and Garage Bar. He then drove my friend and I home — all the way to Westlake.

c) Text AND forward an email to the guy who only recently just ended things with me, both requesting his presence in my life, which is obviously not reciprocated.

d) Apparently rekindle something via text messaging with SSD, who invited me to join him on the road in Manhattan in a couple weeks. Oh, then sent this gem: I miss you but I probably shouldn’t tell you that I do. Absolutely fucking brilliant. Way to be passive-aggressive.

e) Took this awesome picture. Hey, I’m hot before I get annihilated:

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Patrick

Haha! Hello me!
Brian

Ohhhhh I love when my ex’s do that shit. It usually ends with me immediately returning a text with “when can you be at my house”. Then sometime around noon on Sunday you wake up together in a sticky drunken ball of regret only to get dressed and go to brunch together. That’s the moment when awkward is defined. Ahhh the joy’s of the drunk dial.

BTW, you look goooooood!!!!!
http://lifeinthenook.blogspot.com/ Narm

I went through a period where I had to give my phone to my roommate every night at 12 because I was entirely too awkward for my own good.

You aren’t alone on this at all.
http://pursuitofyourboyfriend.com Mel

Patrick – right on! At least I’m not the only douche.

Brian – thanks for the compliment. And how come I don’t ever get any of those randy perks from drunk dials? I just get “go to bed, asshole.”

Narm – If my friends didn’t like to leave me alone with losers at the bar after they’re drunk, this would work. But then, I would be drunk, alone (or talking to a douchebag)… and without a phone to entertain or “distract” myself. Hence, what I was doing on Saturday night. And maybe Friday too… lol