Above is a photo from the last time I got wasted. I think this picture is awesome. I don't remember why my boyfriend has underwear on his head, where he got the flowers from, what I am doing in the picture or where I was.
I know that it was a Wednesday night in November and we had gone out to a bar to watch our friend's debut on a TV show. Then drinks followed and I was gone.
The next morning, as my groaning bf went to work, I somehow drove home and realized I lost my house keys the night before. If I was smart, I could have got a hold of the apartment manager and they would have let me in (I had spare keys inside). But I wasn't smart and for some reason my next course of action was to drive to my parent's house, 45 minutes away. That was not fun, and I can't recall why I did that.
Anyhoo, since this incident, I have not gotten wasted. I have gotten drunk, yes, with a close eye on how much I have been drinking. But (aside from NYE which was more of an illness thing), I have successfully not gotten stupidly drunk.
And now with school on Saturday and Sunday mornings, the opportunities to get stupidly drunk are fewer and farther between. That's not such a bad thing. After the November incident, my bf's best friend and his supposed fiance now think I am some huge pisstank. Excuse me, but it takes two to tango. I am not the one with underwear on my head. Anyway, it just bugs me when you get really drunk ONCE and then afterwards you forever hold this reputation.
I know his best friend doesn't really give two shits whether I am a wino or not but his "fiance" holds it above me like I'm some terrible person. So I got wasted once. I slurred like an idiot, danced foolishly and had a great time - I lost my house keys but that only affects me. Why should something like that matter to someone else? Just pisses me off...
Anyway, since I have been updating my blogs and such, I wanted to give a shout out to a few of my current faves, and new ones too.
Persisting Stars: Blogger Madelyn writes some of the most beautiful prose in the blogosphere. Whenever I feel down and out, I go to her blog and am immediately inspired by her poetic and refreshing attitude to the world. What's even more inspiring is the fact that she finds (and beautifully photographs) unexpected treasures amidst the mundane, finding life everywhere she looks. She too lives in Vancouver and I have strained to see the city that we share through her fresh eyes. A must read.
Paris, Paints and Chocolate: Officially known as Paris Breakfasts, Carol's watercolor-a-day paintings and wonderful photographs and musings on Paris's best pastries, treats and sentimental objects is a wonderful escape from the doldrums of everyday life.
KarinaXOXO: Not only do we share the same name, but we share the same taste in all things girly: makeup, fashion and shopping. Light and Breezy, Karina keeps you on your toes and ahead of the style game.
Eurobabe: Not only is La Femme (or Adeleine) a gorgeous specimen, she writes gorgeously too. Her keen eye and humility picks up on the best style trends from around the world and shares her findings with us lucky readers.
Random Robyn: I call her this because she is. Having gone to journalism school (and Las Vegas) with Robyn, I know she has a very unique writing style and approach to life. Having just come back from a two-year stint as an au pair in England, I'm curious to see where her spontaneity will take her next. Besides, perhaps, being the cause of me getting stupidly drunk again.
Odette est Paris: New to the blogging scene, I wanted to give a shout-out to my Tsawwassen homie Odette. She's now living in Paris as an au pair and just acquired a pretty great boyfriend, so I know she's gonna have lots of tales for us in the months to come. No pressure though, Odette ;)