EPTSo, just to establish this, it's 6:49 right now in Medicine Hat, Alberta and I'm hammered. Oh yes, there was vodka. Lots of it. I'm a fairly cheap drunk as it is, taking usually only about 10 (Canadian) beers to get me drunk, and I had almost a 40 ounce bottle(1.14L). I fucking love pool parties.
Anyway, here's my past couple days:
Three days ago, my ex girlfriend dropped a bomb on me. "Nathan, I'm late. Really late. I might be pregnant." Needless to say, I was freaking out. Previous to two weeks ago, I would have been excited. I would have been scared as hell, but excited. Then she broke up with me. Two days ago she took a test, and it came up negative. I was extatic. Then she got her period. I was on top of the world. My closest friends and I partied hard. A couple bottles of Asti champagne and a case of beer later, I was having a great time. Luck changed once.
The next morning(Yesterday), I woke up on the couch. I don't drive drunk. I hopped into my car to go home, but was stopped by a cop on a "routine random check". He smelled the liquor on my clothes that didn't mappen to make it into my mouth in a drunken haze the night before, and made me blow. I blew a 0.03. Normally that'd be cool, since it takes a 0.08 to be considered intoxicated, but I've been too lazy to get my license changed from what they call "GDL", or Graduated Driver's License. Under this license you can't have any liquor in your system whatsoever, not even 0.01 BAC. First thoughts? That fucking cock sucker. He shrugged and said "Looks like you've still got a couple beers in you. Cool", and tossed the breathalyzer back in his car. He didn't realize I was on GDL. Luck changed twice.
Not 40 yards down the road, my fucking car dies. I look under the hood, and there's ZERO oil in it. I just got a fucking oil change at Mr. Lube a week and a half ago, how can this be possible? Those retards forgot to cap it off right afterwards, and itslowly leaked out. Oh that's fucking sweet, the engine is now siezed. The bearings are shot, and now I need a new motor, which is conveniently more than the god damn car was worth. Now I'm car-less. I paced back and forth for about 3 hours, after getting the thing towed back to my house, then had to get a ride to work from my little brother. It's pathetic. I was at an all time high after my luck changed twice, and now I'm at a severe low. I feel like a god damn pregnant woman myself, my mood swinging so much. After spending the entire day at the liquor store I work at miserable, a regular comes in. He's a mechanic. I explained my situation to him, and he absolutely shocks me. "I have a car I will sell you tomorrow. It's a Sable, it's better than your car you had, and it's yours for $200." It's easily worth $1500. His wife pipes up and says their daughter was going to take it, but he says, and I quote, "No, my friend here is in need NOW, so I'm going to help him out. She can have whatever is next." With a smile he gives me his number and leaves with his usual 15 pack of Rainier beer. I just upgraded cars for the cost of my old car that I'm selling for parts? Are you kidding? My luck changed thrice.
After work, I went to a pool party down the street from where I live, where I consumed way too much vodka for my own good. This was at a girl named Corry's house, and I would like nothing more than to get with her, and not even just as a rebound from my old girlfriend. She's smart, she's stable, and she's beautiful. Just to establish a history:+ Show Spoiler +
, I used to hang out with her and her twin sister a few years ago, but lost touch. I started hanging out again after I broke up with my girlfriend. I had stayed at her house, both of us sloshed, and I woke up with her shirt and bra on the floor beside me. Then two nights later, I had to work and joined late so I was sober, but she was real tipsy. By tipsy, I mean literally, she couldn't walk. She invited me to stay over again. When we got into bed, I actually said, "No, we shouldn't, you're way too drunk." Maybe that was my mistake, maybe that's why it all worked out the way it did. I don't know when I grew a conscience. It sucks.
For those who've been wondering about the Pac Man tattoo from my last blog, I've been too wasted to get the tattoo filled, and we're trying to work out a time now. It'd just all bleed out because of the alcohol. The artist and I are very close, so it's no big so far; hell, he's partied with me a couple of these nights. They've been hectic, and I need a cooldown right away. Tonight an old friend is back in town, and odds are he's going to shove beer down my throat, so maybe rest will come tomorrow. In the mean time, I'm going to hope my luck with Corry will change.
