Thats right,after over a year of swearing off of tequila after a bad experience, I'm back on that particular wagon.
It happened when my roommate was out of town.He had a bottle of Hornitos in the fridge.He tormented me by offering some to me whenever I said I needed a drink.Hornitos was the demon that possessed me that fateful night in Austin with my stoner drunkard friends.
Well, he was out of town,I was bored and frustrated by all my job struggles,and I thought"you know,he's dipped into my southern comfort on many an occasion"so I had a shot. Wow,I didnt get sick. I had another shot.I still did not get sick. I had a third. Nothing but a very happy buzz.
I had more the following night.
My ex came back from his business trp to Milwaukee. We bonded over mutual expereinces regarding the fucked up chaos that is Wisconsin and went to Ronny's.There,I began to do 1800 shots.Ahh,its good to have my man, Cuervo, back.

Incidentally...

My job in Hammond didnt pan out too well. I went down there, but cab difficulties rendered the trip futile. I wound up killing time waiting for the next train in an old man's bar right near the train station. It was a scary sight. I never downed cranberry and southern comfort so quickly. I had a seventy year old guy persistently trying to get me to dance with him to country songs. My excuses were to no avail until he eventually gave up but continued to smile at me fondly from across the bar.
Though he was nothing compared to the fifty year old nazi redneck who kept offering to buy me drinks. I stumbled quickly to the train thinking just how much Hammond makes me appreciate Chicago.
I've spent the rest of this week burning too much energy and train fare on job hunting. The heat hasnt been sitting well with me,especially not when I spent 5 hours running around the west suburbs in 100+ degree weather to check out a bar out there.
As the job hunt grew more difficult,my money depleted and my anxiety grew. I didnt seem to be interviewing all that well.
Then it turned out that the data entry/human resource job I'd been offered before I left was still interested in my attending a training session,despite my having had to flake out before. So,as of today,I jumped on the opportunity. Ive been hesitant I suppose in part because there are certain individuals from the OTO that I prefer to avoid due to past altercations,but fuck it. Milwaukee was such a trial by fire experience that I have a much different perspective on stuff.
So I finally feel like things are progressing here again. I'm actually going to be able to get the money for a new place to live and go back to working,and basically get everything in order before I start school in the fall.
And above all else,I can drink Cuervo again!
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