Sipdown (146/153)!
And here’s where the crazy weekend kinda begins. Sorry guys, mostly this notes not gonna be tea relevant; just sorta a heads up. I mean, there’s some tea relevant stuff but not a tonne. And I guess I’ll just get the tea relevant stuff out of the way first, sorta.
So Tyrell picked me up from work Friday night and we went to Lucas’s house warming party, which was definitely an unplanned venture. I pretty much didn’t know anyone there except Tyrell and Lucas/Gwyn (DT Friends) who actually didn’t show up until a few hours before we left, and it was their party…
So the first couple hours of the night I just kinda sat super awkwardly on the patio sipping this tea from my timolino. I’d made it for work but hadn’t had it yet so I took advantage of a hot beverage on a cold night. Tea is comforting. I added milk to this in the morning, and I remember the whole thing tasting very smooth and like cocoa/vanilla/malt. Definitely pleasant, and it helped me relax and feel at ease.
And now is where pretty much all tea relevant stuff goes out the window, because once I’d finished sipping down the tea I started to sip down other stuff. Yeah, I sorta refilled my 12 oz. timolino with 12 oz. of straight gin, which it turns out was NOT a good idea. At this point my evening goes really, really fuzzy.
Basically I remember talking to Tyrell’s friend Josh about film school which he went to in Regina! Turns out we have a couple mutual friends. I remember vividly wanting to cry because I miss my Regina friends, but not actually doing it. And then I remember just shouting “PETER CAPALDI” very loudly. According to Tyrell it turns out I had quite the in depth conversation with many of the ‘party goers’ about Doctor Who and my favourite Doctors and all the routes they could take with Capaldi. And apparently I insisted to several people that he is an owl. Ok.
…And then my memory jumps to being at Tyrell’s place where I ended up spending the night. I have vague, general memories of falling off the bed and flat out refusing to get back on it, searingly bright lights (the bathroom?), and making out before passing out. So I’m gonna go ahead and say it was a good night.
In the morning Tyrell basically tried to sum the night up for me because man do I have gaps. This is the first time he’s seen me really drunk and I guess I didn’t visibly look drunk at all until we got to the car (which I have no memory of; I have no recollection of leaving the party and getting to Tyrell’s) and at that point he was sorta just like “Oh shit, she’s really, really drunk”. Like, apparently I faked being mostly sober super well while we were around his friends to the point where everyone was/is just convinced now that I’m like pretty much an alcoholic because I drank 12 oz. of straight gin with “no effect”. Yeah, there was totally an effect.
But good for me I guess; I didn’t embarrass myself in front of a bunch of strangers, and according to Tyrell I’m a really fun/ny drunk so hooray! Man did I feel like shit in the morning though. Like, I definitely only got a couple hours of sleep after having passed out – after that I pretty much was awake all night because fuck beds. I don’t know how you crazy people all do it (and yes, I am aware that really I’m the weird one). Couches are so much better.
How I survived the drive home and getting ready for work (yeah, that’s right: I totally worked the day after – I am not a responsible adult…) without curling up on my couch and falling asleep is definitely a mystery to me.
