drunk no more
sunday night. the period i call the great depression. thank god for DST though cos we earned an extra hour today. yeaaaaah.
anyhoos, last night was fun. jon had a bday dinner at pre-post, which was just across the street from guesthouse. everyone came costumed except for a few lame-os. i was an equestrain rider. shups was decked out in gold and had a teeny spade and a miner's helmet aka gold digger. haha. forget it, am too lazy to list out what the others were wearing. we go over to guesthouse after dinner and that's when the alcoholic festivities begin. nothing too interesting happened. had a minor blackout towards the end. YIKES. that was definitely not supposed to happen.
i still can't figure out this whole blackout mystery. my wbff, who basically carries my twin liver and stomach, claims that there are 2 types of people in this world. the blackout-ers and the non-blackout-ers. and unfortunately, we fall in the first category which is fucking annoying. friends think its strange that i blackout too cos apparently sometimes i seem like the most sober among them. i hate blacking out!! the worst part of blacking out is waking up the next day and wondering what happened. the mind goes: shit, did i do anything embarrassing? godddddd, who knows what i did. and the only thing a blackout-er wants to hear the next day from a friend who was there the night before is: 'i have no idea. i blacked out.' seriously, if you're a blackout-er, you would understand how comforting those words are. i hate non-blackout-ers, they spoil the fun. who wants a recollection of embarrassing moments when you have no other souce of evidence except others, whose own recollection of the event was probably muddled by alcoholic consumption. i think i need to start a pact with myself - only hang out with blackout-ers. life would be so much easier. there would be no post-drunk trauma. i could wake up stress free without a care and not have to worry about anyone witnessing embarrassing moment.
speaking of embarrassing moments, my hair caught on fire like 2 weeks ago while trying to light a ciggarette. yeah it was funny. not so when it happened especially when it happened at lotus. what's also funny was that i totally forgot abt it the next day when i woke up till the smell of something burning hit me. thank god the hair still looks fine. i guess this would be the only time i'm grateful for having thick hair. losing 100 strands couldnt kill. by the way, this is the SECOND time my hair has caught on fire for the same reason. seriously, keep your children away from me the next time you see me lighting up. or maybe i should just stop smoking. think it might be easier to just keep the children away.
back to blacking out, i just remembered something about last night. this stupid guy kept trying to come home with me. he was european, meaning a highly annoying constipated accent, and desperate. he even tried kissing me. yucks. ok i need to cut down on the liver stress a little. its highly caloric, expensive and not to mention dangerous! and i've noticed that i've been starting to get a serious case of debbie-downer the next day.
shit! it's 11pm. way past my bedtime. tomorrow's going to be a crazy day. jeff, the only other guy who trades vanilla options with me in ny, quit on friday. which leaves me all alone and it is fucking stressful. they're still trying to get him back but they just flew him to london over the weekend to try some clockwork orange-esque brainwashing in hopes that he'll change his mind. on friday, they had him in the meeting room for 6 hours and he looked so shot when he was out of the room. eyes were red, hair scruffed up. he's never looked this miserable even when markets are moving and all our deltas are all over the place.
k, zzz. till next time, in the meanwhile, embrace blackout-ers and girls, tie your hair when lighting ciggarettes.
anyhoos, last night was fun. jon had a bday dinner at pre-post, which was just across the street from guesthouse. everyone came costumed except for a few lame-os. i was an equestrain rider. shups was decked out in gold and had a teeny spade and a miner's helmet aka gold digger. haha. forget it, am too lazy to list out what the others were wearing. we go over to guesthouse after dinner and that's when the alcoholic festivities begin. nothing too interesting happened. had a minor blackout towards the end. YIKES. that was definitely not supposed to happen.
i still can't figure out this whole blackout mystery. my wbff, who basically carries my twin liver and stomach, claims that there are 2 types of people in this world. the blackout-ers and the non-blackout-ers. and unfortunately, we fall in the first category which is fucking annoying. friends think its strange that i blackout too cos apparently sometimes i seem like the most sober among them. i hate blacking out!! the worst part of blacking out is waking up the next day and wondering what happened. the mind goes: shit, did i do anything embarrassing? godddddd, who knows what i did. and the only thing a blackout-er wants to hear the next day from a friend who was there the night before is: 'i have no idea. i blacked out.' seriously, if you're a blackout-er, you would understand how comforting those words are. i hate non-blackout-ers, they spoil the fun. who wants a recollection of embarrassing moments when you have no other souce of evidence except others, whose own recollection of the event was probably muddled by alcoholic consumption. i think i need to start a pact with myself - only hang out with blackout-ers. life would be so much easier. there would be no post-drunk trauma. i could wake up stress free without a care and not have to worry about anyone witnessing embarrassing moment.
speaking of embarrassing moments, my hair caught on fire like 2 weeks ago while trying to light a ciggarette. yeah it was funny. not so when it happened especially when it happened at lotus. what's also funny was that i totally forgot abt it the next day when i woke up till the smell of something burning hit me. thank god the hair still looks fine. i guess this would be the only time i'm grateful for having thick hair. losing 100 strands couldnt kill. by the way, this is the SECOND time my hair has caught on fire for the same reason. seriously, keep your children away from me the next time you see me lighting up. or maybe i should just stop smoking. think it might be easier to just keep the children away.
back to blacking out, i just remembered something about last night. this stupid guy kept trying to come home with me. he was european, meaning a highly annoying constipated accent, and desperate. he even tried kissing me. yucks. ok i need to cut down on the liver stress a little. its highly caloric, expensive and not to mention dangerous! and i've noticed that i've been starting to get a serious case of debbie-downer the next day.
shit! it's 11pm. way past my bedtime. tomorrow's going to be a crazy day. jeff, the only other guy who trades vanilla options with me in ny, quit on friday. which leaves me all alone and it is fucking stressful. they're still trying to get him back but they just flew him to london over the weekend to try some clockwork orange-esque brainwashing in hopes that he'll change his mind. on friday, they had him in the meeting room for 6 hours and he looked so shot when he was out of the room. eyes were red, hair scruffed up. he's never looked this miserable even when markets are moving and all our deltas are all over the place.
k, zzz. till next time, in the meanwhile, embrace blackout-ers and girls, tie your hair when lighting ciggarettes.
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