Something new and different

It's 4 a.m. and I am still awake. And drunk. I just ate a bunch of Indian food to help me stomach some of the massive quantities of alcohol I consumed, but something tells me that was an ill-conceived idea. Let's talk about my night, shall we? Allie and I went to a bar and did some necessary catching up...which would have been even lovelier, had the roommate of a guy I slept with last summer not been at the bar. Of all places, right? I am so glad he took the time to interrupt giving me the stink-eye to gesture to his friend and go "She slept with...," jerking his entire body toward me. Thanks, asshole. Because I don't feel bad about myself as it is, I have you to reinforce it. Also, I was in my sky-high hooker heels and short shorts, an outfit eerily reminiscent of the one I wore whilst seducing his roommate. He probably thinks that all of my clothes totaled equal a singular yard of fabric. He probably thinks I shop exclusively at Fantasy World. I don't know why seeing him bothered/bothers me so much. I think it's a reminder that I will never, ever be able to escape my past. Especially when that past involves booze, scorned lovers, and curry.

What a worthless post. I do feel compelled, however, to point out that while leaving the bar, I ran into a woman who worked in the cube next to me, who was so beyond drunk that I felt the need to pity her instead of myself. This is a woman whose job is to declare winners in elections for the tv network.

No wonder Bush won. Twice.