apparently i am drinking again

it's weird, and i've said this before, but i don't drink that often; mostly because i live out in the fucking boonies and everywhere is a $30 cab ride, but also because i hate being hungover...

and holy christ was i ever hungover yesterday. my head hurts so badly that the simple act of standing up was hard. i hate being hungover.

saturday night was fun though. it was my friend tara's 27th birthday and man did we, did i, ever celebrate.

in the afternoon i was involved in a workshop reading of my friend kevin's play, 'eventually', as a part of neXtfest and then after a quick trip home i was back at the roxy for a little more neXtfest action in the form of 'sololiquies' (five 10min. solo performance pieces); two of which were grande, three of which were...*cue awkward silence*. after the solos amy, georgina, kirsten and myself went to cafe mosaics to drown our sorrows in vegan chocolate cake and cranberry/apple crumble.

next stop: purchase cigarettes and beer and head to tara's to get the show on the road, as they say. on the way to my car, beer in hand, we run into nigel also on his way to tara's, so he joins us for the ride.

ok, so like i said, i rarely drink but saturday night proved to be the exception:



and i make a VERY unattractive drunk! (*gross*). seriously, why i can't i be georgina, all cute and perky with cigarette antenna drunkness? i look like a lecherous old whore somewhere along 97th street hoping you'll stop and throw a loonie at me.

anyways, after too much stella and jager we head to the roost. people ask me sometimes, 'michelle, why the roost? it's a gay bar.' it is a gay bar, that's true. but who gives a shit? it's fun, they play good music and there is booze there. what the hell does it matter if it's a gay bar. and besides all that, tara wanted to go there and it was her fucking birthday.

anyhow, it was ok. not that fun. i was too drunk and too sad and just not in the mood to um...shake my groove thing...yeah. so nigel and i left about 2am. went to keegan's, got some food and went back to his place and passed the fuck out. i slept fairly well actually, especially since i never sleep well in other people's beds when i'm drunk. nigel's bed in comfortable.

so, all in all it was a night i would describe as 'half and half'. half fun and half not fun. drinking is fun. hangovers are not.

and shit kids, i need to stop smoking...i'm not even a smoker but i am smoking too much and my throat and lungs are aware of it.

but now, right now, right this second, all i want to do is grab a bottle of red wine, sit in the tub, get plastered and pass out for the evening.

fuck,
michelle.