yes, I'm back from the sea and already drun k

[dotinthesky]

I got home at 6am, slept for a few hours, then woke up. I am mighty drunk, and sick like fuck. My dream was about sucking cum to make the illness go away - it sounded like a good idea. I had plans of reading about my cyber friends, but I have oh so little concentration.

We hit a gay bar that looked more like a dungeon made out of styrofoam. You know that woman that used to turn into a gorilla in the 80s, in fun fares? I know what happened to her. And you know that club where the toilets are more popular than the dance floor and every stall fits 3 or more? I know what happened to it. And you know that DJ who was kicked and punched and spat on because he played bad techno and all the kids hated him? I know what happened to him. And you know that transvestite who was once a little boy with an Adam's apple, and she grew up to have a thick neck that concealed it and made everyone confused? I know what happened to her.

Two caipirinhas and a half later, we went to Madame Sata - top goth club in Sao Paulo. Everybody in black, of course. The dance floor dark as a a goth's bung hole, with strobe lights unable to break through the drench. The DJ played 10 Smiths/Morrissey songs, to the screams of the ecstatic and fanatic, followed by The Cure's Just Like Heaven (my favourite Cure song.) I dropped my beer can, it spilled everywhere. Like a lady, I picked it up and continued drinking from it. I swayed, stepped on people's toes, got very very drunk and had some discussions about how living in 5 different continents really doesn't make me all that special (I think.)

Then we hit some bakery full of Fags and Butts and ecstasy casualties. I stepped on some girl's foot and I think she got mad at me. I ate a sandwich called The Chagall, with a cappucino.

WE DROVE HOME SINGING TO MORRISSEY AT THE TOP OF OUR LUNGS! And we almost crashed.

Now I can't sleep, I feel I should try to puke or something. Or maybe eat. I can't find a goddamm aspirin in this forsaken apartment.

Comments

[4q.livejournal.com]

ha oh it's a blast but the next day...the next day is no fun at all...

mmmmmmmmm burgers and milkshakes! damn you! that's the best hangover cure ever though.

[commonpeople.livejournal.com]

when Im hung over, I have to eat grease... no way around it. Either a really greasy breakfast, or something like cheeseburgers... but i only crave it when Ive drunk too much.

[4q.livejournal.com]

yeah see I like greasy food quite a bit, which is why I have the little weight problem I do. But you are right, grease is the best thing you can do when you are hung over

I still miss you dreadfully

[commonpeople.livejournal.com]

aww... i miss our chats so much. I wonder, when Im back in England, if ill have a job that allows to check email often.

[4q.livejournal.com]

you better!!! that will be your only requirement that you will use to find employment, do they allow unlimited internet time in which to chat with Michelle

[commonpeople.livejournal.com]

lol... i really wish its not hard for me to get a job. im having such a good time here but i already feel the pressure approaching of re-entering the life of responsibility.

[4q.livejournal.com]

ugh I know.,..I mean when you are on holidays it's like work totally disappears..it's like it never happened at all, or it never exsisted at all, and you see other people working, but it doesn't factor into what you are doing, and that you will be doing that again shortly

[commonpeople.livejournal.com]

exactly. but... it will be good to see Kevin again and be in the middle of my things, instead of sleeping on other people's floors.