Random Weekend

Well, my weekend was fairly ridiculous, and involved far too much alcohol. I think I’m going to take a hiatus this weekend and head down to my parent’s house.

Anyway, Friday night Jeanna and I met up with a bunch of my work friends at the Blarney Stone downtown to celebrate Tracy’s last day of work at the Seattle Times. Anxious to get the night off to a good start, I bought two lemon drops for me and Trace, which we downed in minutes. Several more lemon drops and Hoegaarden beers followed. We sat on the patio for quite a while, perpetually doubled over with laughter at Tracy and Eric’s outrageous stories. I’m pretty sure they made a HUGE mistake by not entering themselves in HUMP! the Stranger’s second annual amateur porn contest. These two are pretty much the only people in the world who make me believe that it’s possible to find your soul mate – that maybe there is one person out there in this crazy world who is absolutely perfect for me.

One of my favorite parts of the night was dealing with our waitress, who informed us that it was her first night on the job. Jeanna and I ordered three appetizer plates, including hot wings, half a roasted artichoke, and a cheese plate – they were fantastic. A while later, we were ready to move on with our night, and went to the bar to pay the tab. Lucky for us we had the novice waitress, because she had neglected to put ANY of the food on our bill. I love it when that happens. $10 richer, we headed down toward the market.

At Kell’s Irish Pub, the drinking continued. Jeanna immediately managed to snag some hot Serbian guy in the alley outside the bar, and spent the rest of the night trying to close the deal. I entertained myself by hanging out with Eric and Tracy, who managed to triple-dog-dare me into sending some quite humiliating text messages and pictures (sorry to those who received them). Around 1:30 I wished Jeanna luck with her hot man and dragged myself home.

Saturday night consisted of Part II: Sarah & Jeanna Take Over Seattle. We had been itching to go dancing all summer, and when our friend Paolo expressed interest as well, we thought it would be the perfect opportunity to take him out on the town, since he had recently moved to Seattle. However, by the time 10:30 rolled around and we still hadn’t heard from him, so we sucked down a couple more drinks and prepared to go out as a duo. Seconds later, the phone rang. A little while and a few more drinks later, Paolo and Matt met up with us at Pesos… from there we headed to Capitol Hill, ignoring Matt’s protests. A couple more friends met us at Barca – one of my favorite bars in Seattle – and we proceeded to get entirely hammered before moving on.

Although they were pretty much kicking and screaming in protest, we paid the cover charge at Neighbors and dragged Paolo and Matt inside. I’m pretty sure I danced for almost one song before turning into a complete drunken lunatic. As often happens, I let my intoxicated, emotional, jealous side get the better of me, and after having a minor panic attack/pity party, I let my friend Steve drive me home. The next morning was mixed with good and bad news – Jeanna had managed to reconnect with her hot Serbian friend from the night before, but Paolo and Matt had been forced to walk home from Capitol Hill to Ballard; not a small feat (although these two have claimed on various occasions to enjoy urban hiking).

Overall, my weekend was fun, but I’ve decided that I’ve let alcohol get the better of me for too many weeks in a row. I’m looking forward to some good, clean fun this weekend with my family… At least then I’ve got a guarantee that I won’t humiliate myself again. Awesome.