Wow. So. It's been a while since I updated, and I have a good reason for it. That reason being that since Friday, I've had the pleasure of experiencing a succession of the worst days of my life. I'll try to keep it short and simple because I'm still pretty miserable about all of this. I don't think I've ever been so depressed in my adult life and the last few days I've been moping around like a mother who's just lost her son and has turned to booze and pills for the answers. So, here it goes:
As I've mentioned before, I'm a doorman/barback at a bar here in New Orleans. Friday night I was working the door and was enjoying a bit of the old alcohol while doing it. Around midnight or so this Irish fellow came up to me at the door where me and my friend were talking, and started talking crazy shit. I was a little drunk at this point so I don't remember all that he was saying, but his vibe was very hostile and aggressive. This was pissing me off so I started becoming hostile and aggressive, trying to call him out. He ended up not doing anything, but he was pestering us for close to an hour and basically bullying my friend which I can not stand. I absolutely loathe bullies. So finally I get off of work at about 1:00am and me and my buddy decide to go out to a club.
I decide to drive "my" car. Now a little back story on "my" car. The reason I wrap quotes around it is because it is not my car. It is actually my friend who is in the Navy's car. He was on leave about a month ago and was staying with me at my place. When his leave was over, he was being shipped to Japan where he is going to be stationed for the next few years. He asked me, knowing my car recently broke down, if I wanted to use his while he's in Japan. I accepted, and that's how his car became, "my" car.
Back to the story. So I drive us there and park in what I believe was a freight zone, but it was late so I wasn't worried about it. So we get to the club, and I only remember about the first 30-45 minutes of it. The rest is blacked out. The problem I have with alcohol, is that I can drink A LOT of it. I'm pretty notorious for being a serious drinker yet having a strong constitution, even when drunk. That is, I can have about 10 shots of Jagermeister, and most people wouldn't know the difference. It's not something I pride my self on, but I do like that I can drink and still maintain my personality and not compromise my beliefs or anything like that (such as drunk driving, although I unfortunately partake in it, though rarely). That being said, every once in a while I go overboard with no warning. I will drink, and drink, and drink, and feel like I'm doing just fine, and every one around me feels like I'm fine, but then BAM! I'm black out drunk. It just catches up to you and you never see it coming. And the reason I mentioned the Irish guy earlier, is because I believe I was attacking the alcohol in a subconscious response to him annoying me.
So I'm at this club, dual wielding red bull and vodkas, having drank about 8 shots of Jager, 8 beers, and some whiskey earlier in the night, and then BAM! It's like I time traveled. The next thing I remember, I'm walking around in downtown New Orleans and it's 8:00am. I wander around the city, drunk as a skunk, desperately wanting to get home having forgotten the last 4 hours. I'm walking and walking, seeing if I can achieve in just trekking to my house, until I finally give up and get a cab. Cab brings me home, I knockout, and wake up to discover I have lost my car keys and iPhone.
To be continued...