Blackout II (and III and IV)
The last five days have been really fantastic (as in the way Arnold pronounces it)–lots of great people, lots of fun in the sun, lots of mischief, and lots of alcohol. My tolerance really sucks now (which is probably the only downside of having Sandra out of my life *rimshot*) and my latest theory is that me being a puff (miss you Rach!) is why I’m prone to blackouts. Let’s review:
Friday – Ended up in a pub in Santa Monica. I think I only had seven or eight pints. I don’t remember how I got home, but the next day Ted told me that I was sleeping on his arm as he carted me to the hotel. I still feel very sheepish about falling asleep on him. I’m purposely leaving out a lot of silly details.
Drunk dials: three.
Saturday – We didn’t start drinking until 9-ish, but we wanted to step it up so that we were a little sauced for our 10:45 shoot. It worked. I only had six or seven vodkas. I remember being one of many that got a smooch from Anna Nicole Smith, but there’s lots more I don’t remember. The list includes leaving Shrine, getting into a limo, going to Santa Monica, possibly having another drink or two, and possibly attempting to kiss Cliff (I don’t believe that part). I don’t remember how I got home or at what time. I’m purposely leaving out a lot of silly details.
Drunk dials: four.
Sunday – Thankfully I had a break. I’m purposely leaving out a lot of silly details just to be consistent.
Monday – I blame Tina(nana) for this one. I only had four vodkas, but she made me do some tequila shots (to prepare for Cabo?). There was lots of singing ’80s songs with Russo and even more name/company butchering (Alex Garden, Tim Price, Ted Schaefer, and Jimmy Rubin from Antique, Insomnidog, Doubledog, and Naughtyfine). We ended up at some bar in one of Raina’s favorite neighborhoods (nice to return my calls, btw). I’m purposely leaving out a lot of silly details.
Drunk dials: three, including one to a person that gave me their number on Friday. I’m pretty sure I’m blocked on her phone now.
In conclusion, it’s clear that even though I’m not drinking nearly as much as before (seriously), it’s getting more ridiculous when I do drink. Since I’m pretty sure I don’t want to drink as much as I did last winter, I should probably cut it out all together. The chances of that happening are…well, there’s no chance really. Perhaps I should eat before I get sloshed. Wait a minute…perhaps that’s why I’m getting blackouts. Okay, time for a new theory.
I’ll write about the really fun stuff later, though I’ll probably forget to since I’m going to Mexico soon. Score!