The Wee Democracy

drinking with damon: an account

so there we were, at star seeds, an aptly named little dive off I-35 in austin, waiting for literally hours for mediocre food to arrive. damon, bryan, and i, sat, debating whether or not to leave, and then, after the grub finally arrived from our hygienically challenged waitress, whether or not to walk the check. we paid, but left no tip, perhaps the only time i've participated in that event.

i think, if i remember correctly, bryan was planning on taking damon and i to a party with some of his new friends. anyone who knows me knows that i'm not a party person...not without several drinks in me. so, having recently discovered the virtues of a double shot of tequila prior to leaving the house. damon and i dragged our feet, damon not being a particularly hearty party person, either. a double shot turned into a quadruple shot for me. then i just started drinking it out of a coffee mug.

this wasn't even good tequila -- it was called montezuma, and it came in a large plastic vat. there was maybe a third of the bottle left, so, as i mentioned before, for no other reason than boredom, damon and i set to drinkin'. i hadn't even been drunk before, having not really a taste for liqour prior to actually turning 21.

damon, i suspect was drinking quite a bit less than me, but spurring me on vigorously, nonetheless. and you know, when you're drunk, the one thing that always seems like a good idea is to keep on drinking. we sat on the couch and killed the bottle, watched mimic, debated the pros and cons of the new hollywood era heralded by the release of jaws in '75 and furthered by star wars in '77. i got up from the couch for like the first time in an hour of solid shooting (i think i had like 9ish shots, but keep in mind, they were from a fucking coffee mug, and hence, large) and fell, promptly and flatly on my face.

vomiting ensued. pictures of jimi hendrix popped into my mind, and i pleaded with those around me to make sure i did not die an equally gruesome death. damon asked if i he could stab me with a screwdriver (a question i shall not forget) i could not steady myself enough to vomit into the toilet, and used the tub instead.

most people after a night of heavy drinking wake up to find themselves terribly and achingly hungover. i woke up still completely shitfaced.

all in all, it was a great night. perhaps the second best night in college spent in the company of my friend.




feeling: a little more in control of that which surrounds me
thinking of: how much i love writing
song of the day: cecilia bartoli - sposa son disprezzata