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).
Sounds like you had a really great weekend Becca.
And yay for not puking! It’s always nice to know you’re good at something.
Yes, thank goodness I have that going for me. And the drunken, debauched part was better than the Yeshiva dinner, I have to admit.
I love being part of the “debauched” portion of the weekend.
If only you’d known about the pictures sooner! I’m sure you could have raffled off a few of those.
First you tip a cabbie with $0.80 and then you want to find him and offer him crack. That’s awesome. High Five!
Maureen, it certainly wouldn’t have been anywhere as debauched without you.
Hm, Sarpon, that would surely have brought in the dough.
Em, I’m just generous like that.
I felt so guilty once when I got to my apt and had an equally bad tip left over to give the cab driver that I gave him my x-mas cookies that were given away at the party I was at. It made me feel better that when he drove away I could see he was eating them.
I almost gave him my laundry quarters but they were really far too precious.
One must never give up laundry quarters. They are sacred.
Fun!! Party on dude!
Oh my gosh, it’s Speedy! Welcome to J-Ball, sir.
I won’t be here much, but wanted to clock in.