Lost weekend
Sorry for the delay in posts but I was busy this weekend in “Becca’s World of Contrasts.” That is, first I got drunk off my ass and had an, um, interesting evening with some local and out-of-town friends and then the very next day, before I could even really get sober, I went to a fundraising dinner for my Yeshiva high school. It was fun breathing peachtini fumes all over the aged rebbe who was my high school principal, I can tell you. Luckily, unlike last year, Matisyahu did not show up (he’s married to an alumna, what joy), although they did raffle off an autographed CD. It’s hard to win when you don’t buy any raffles but I wasn’t terribly disappointed.
So how drunk was I? When I reached my apartment at 3:25am I found that I had the exact amount to pay my cabdriver when in fact I had planned on giving him a hefty tip. Instead he got 80 cents and I was left wondering what happened to the sixty bucks I had taken out of the ATM on Friday. It wasn’t until the next day that I remembered that I had chipped in all $60 towards our $112 drink bill (this was the third place and I had been generously covered at all the others). That had been just a half hour earlier and yet it baffled me.
But you’ll be excited to hear that I kept my record of never throwing up after drinking way too much. High five! And I’m told by one of my companions that pictures do exist of this evening, although I’m a little afraid to see them. If there are any good ones I’m going to track down that cabdriver and offer him first crack. It’s only fair, really.
Speaking of this sort of thing, I seldom do this, but please check out this week’s iPod song of the week. It’s by a singer who is apparently in that condition every night on stage (and every day) but it doesn’t seem to hurt her music any (not the following, the iPod song of the week, silly).
