My friend Phillip works at a place that sells food and booze. This past Saturday I got off at 6 and he got off at 8. We had plans to hang out after and I decided that I would go to his work and get drunk while he was working and then he could drive me home and we could get more drunk.
I order a bottle of really yummy wine from Phillip and sit down with my young adult novel and begin to drink. I decided that I must finish this bottle in an hour and a half time frame. I think the other workers felt sorry for me, they kept asking me if I ordered food and when I received my bottle of wine I was given 2 glasses (I left one on a random table), and finally after I was almost done with my wine I was given 2 tokens to get wine or beer really cheap from a nice gentleman.
Also Phillip later told me that his boss liked me and would hire me if I wanted a job. I asked him if I could get discounted wine or beer, he said no, so I declined that job offer.
I didn't read very much, I mostly texted my friend Kasey. Drunk reading is very enjoyable though.
By the time Phillip was off I was very drunk. We went to my apartment to check on my cat and to get a box of wine that we hadn't finished yet.
Once we had properly played with my cat and gotten that half full box of wine we went back to Phillip's and got to work.
We finished that wine in no time. I cried because I thought my parents hated me and were punishing me for changing my major(they don't, I just don't understand their "logic" if you can even call it that.) We talked about how awesome we will one day be in the theater world and before we knew it the wine was gone! So we decided to walk to a liquor store to get more.
We of course took my camera and documented part of the journey. Then we met Lonnie, a 35 year old homeless man who we spent an hour sitting with under an over pass. We told him we were homeless too and to go to Papa Johns because they would probably feed him. He asked if we were high and I am pretty sure that lead to a delightful conversation about all the drugs our new friend Lonnie had done. I was still really drunk and kept telling the homeless man that he had a warm soul.
After we homeless went our separate ways, Lonnie to find food and we to find booze, I somehow injured my hand. I woke up with a blood blister on my hand and grass in my bra. We were almost to the liquor store when there was a cop car and I got scared, so I handed my money to Phillip and probably said something like "I'll be here, go get us wine my child." While Phillip went and got the 2 cheapest bottles of wine he could find I sat on the step of an Indian food restaurant. I am unsure how we made it home, but we so did.
We then went on an inappropriate photoshoot, I had WTMB exposed and we used Phillip's exercise bands as props, oh and all of the cars in the parking lot, and a tree, and steps....
We called Papa John's at 2:20 because we fucking wanted pizza. We were on hold until 2:48 and they told us they stopped taking orders at 2:45. Phillip told them we have been on hold since 2:20 and they said sorry and hung up. Phillip made my facebook status about it.
Phillip decided we would watch Rock-a-Doodle and he would make pizza. I remember him saying the crust will be a tortilla shell and then I fell asleep.
I should add that earlier we ate a whole thing of biscuits with jelly. I was drunk when I bought the biscuits and a man tried to get me to let him buy my biscuits with his link card and I refused. I didn't understand why he would want to do that and then Phillip explained that if he bought my biscuits with his link and I gave him the money then he could use my money to get booze or cigarettes and that was illegal! I was glad I said no.
When I awoke Phillip was sitting on the floor eating pizza made of tortilla shell, Alfredo sauce, velveta cheese, 1 piece of bacon, pickles and only drunk Phillip knows what else. So I of course dug in. We finished Rock-a-Doodle and went to sleep. We didn't even finish one bottle of wine...
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