And I live in a VAN, DOWN BY THE RIVER
Jan. 28th, 2003 12:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rachg82Okay, I will apologize in advance, because this isn't really an entertaining drunk-post. I'm not wasted, for one thing. I mean, I am definitely tipsy, but with it enough to focus on my typing. I do have to focus, though. Hee. I have this enjoyable, floaty, spinny sensation going on.
I should've stuck around longer at the restaurant, and had a second mai tai. Because those things were fucking STRONG. Like, seriously, before I was even halfway through, my face was all flushed and hot. That was crazy. My sister even said she could tell it was strong by the smell, and she's the kind of person who never thinks something is strong enough. She drinks things straight, often. So, yeah. That was good. If it had been just the two of us, or three rather (including Lance), I would have gone with another. But the whole family was there, so we left.
The dinner itself was nice. I'd had a late lunch, so I wasn't that hungry, but I'll always make room for Golden Crown. Heh. I love that place. Mmm, chinese food. The waitress kicked ass, too. Great service. And I got ice cream! Hee. Special, birthday ice cream! For free!
Nanny came, dressed in her pumas (haha, I love that. This woman normally dresses all out, mind you. Like, Ms. Fancy Pants. So it's funny to me when she's all "I don't want to dress up! I'm coming to dinner in track pants and pumas!"). She gave me this book, and I can't remember the title, but the author interviewed people around the world I guess, asking them questions about their experiences with choosing careers and such. Like, people who may have started out on one path, but totally skipped fields, because it wasn't making them happy. Looks interesting. She also gave me a check for $150. Whee!
Then we all met, back home. Had a bit of cake and (more) ice cream. Ugh. My stomach, yo. So full. Corinne and I sent Lance on an alchomahol mission, to the store. Hee. He wanted to get me some "20/20" shit or whatever, but Corinne turned into Mama Bear, and was like "No way! I don't want her that drunk! We don't want her to get hurt!" Mom was all laughing at her, meanwhile. Like "Are you her mother, now?" She thinks she is! Heh. It's cute. Lance ended up coming back with one big bottle (you know, like champagne size) of St. Ida's or something, and some other peach thing (not a wine-cooler, though, as it even said on the front. Heh. It's all "I'm NOT a wine-cooler! Recognize!"). The latter was stronger (and smaller), and I would've gone with it, but Mom and Corinne were like "That's just going to get you sick. Too sugary." and Nanny--who had taken a drink and made quite the face--was like "Winos under bridges wouldn't drink that." Hee. And of course Lance couldn't take it home (Corinne wouldn't let him. You know, since Lance doesn't drink, himself. Not anymore, anyway), so that one went down the drain. What a waste. I would've kept it for later, but we can't really keep that kind of stuff hanging around Mom. So I drank the other one. And, yes, all of it. Heh. I guess it was malt, so it's like beer? Huh. Whatever. Only 6% alchohol, so not very strong. But I did drink the whole thing, fairly quickly. So, that combined with the strong-ass mai tai=tipsy!Rachael (remember how little I am). Good times.
I do admit, though, that I'm feeling pleasantly buzzed. Just a tad unsteady, while I walk. Heh. Not falling into closets this time, though! But I should add a disclaimer, here: I am like an OLYMPIAN, when it comes to putting on normal fronts. Like, when I'm drunk as ass, I am hella good at acting sober. You only find out, if I stand too quickly, and you catch me swaying. Like, last time when I drank with Corinne? She didn't even know I was slightly drunk, until I stood up. I'm good. I hung out with my Mom all night once, while all high on ritalin, and she never knew I was on anything. Hell, when you have years of experience dealing with covering up severe anxiety in social situations? That shit's a peace of cake. So, don't let the lack of typos totally fool you. Heh.
Corinne says she'll take me out some time this week. She's on this mission to get me drunk past the point of no return, you see. Hee. It's for the best, anyway. Hopefully, since I didn't get totally smashed, and I've been dutifully drinking my water, I will be fine tomorrow. Then I can get shit-faced on a night when I don't have to worry about working the next day.
From Joe and Mom, I got something to hold more CDs in (which I needed), the new Nas CD, the two other Austin Powers DVDs I didn't own already, and this DVD of "Joe's Apartment." That one caused quite the controversy, apparently. Mom didn't think I'd like it. Mom was right. Heh. Well, I did see it in the theatres at like fifteen, and I guess I said something about it to Joe then, so he remembered it. So, it's sweet that he remembered that. But it's not some movie that I'm crazy about, and want to own. So I'll take it back. I thought it was cute, though. Corinne got me the new CD by Missy Elliott, and a box of truffles. Yeah, baby.
I was a little disappointed that I didn't get a digital camera, especially since I didn't even ask Dad for it, since I thought I'd be more likely to get a good one from Joe (a.k.a. techno wiz). But it's okay. It was a good day, and that's all that matters. What I got was good, too. I mean, except for that one DVD, and I can return it. No prob. Plus, I see Dad and them on Wednesday! More gifts on the way! Wheeee!
I have to pee EVERY SECOND. Seriously. This is ridiculous. I'm in a great mood, though. Very cheery. And of course in the mood for conversation. I always get this way, when I drink. Heh. I become Ms. Conversationalist. Come, speak to me about all sorts of deep issues! For hours on end! Who cares if we really make sense! We'll talk too loud, and feel like we're brilliant! Fun for all!
I also feel like finding a man, and getting my seducing on. Heeee. I should drink more often. And now I can! Because I'm 21! I mean, I could drink before, but it's much easier now. You know, with the whole minor "legality" issue coming into play. Heh. Life of alchoholism, here I come!
Haha, just kidding.
Oooh! I almost forgot! My Mom and Lance's Mom finally talked to each other for the first time, tonight! And she offered to pay for half of the wedding, and reception! Now, who knows if she actually will be able to, but at least the intention is there. That is WONDERFUL news.
I should've stuck around longer at the restaurant, and had a second mai tai. Because those things were fucking STRONG. Like, seriously, before I was even halfway through, my face was all flushed and hot. That was crazy. My sister even said she could tell it was strong by the smell, and she's the kind of person who never thinks something is strong enough. She drinks things straight, often. So, yeah. That was good. If it had been just the two of us, or three rather (including Lance), I would have gone with another. But the whole family was there, so we left.
The dinner itself was nice. I'd had a late lunch, so I wasn't that hungry, but I'll always make room for Golden Crown. Heh. I love that place. Mmm, chinese food. The waitress kicked ass, too. Great service. And I got ice cream! Hee. Special, birthday ice cream! For free!
Nanny came, dressed in her pumas (haha, I love that. This woman normally dresses all out, mind you. Like, Ms. Fancy Pants. So it's funny to me when she's all "I don't want to dress up! I'm coming to dinner in track pants and pumas!"). She gave me this book, and I can't remember the title, but the author interviewed people around the world I guess, asking them questions about their experiences with choosing careers and such. Like, people who may have started out on one path, but totally skipped fields, because it wasn't making them happy. Looks interesting. She also gave me a check for $150. Whee!
Then we all met, back home. Had a bit of cake and (more) ice cream. Ugh. My stomach, yo. So full. Corinne and I sent Lance on an alchomahol mission, to the store. Hee. He wanted to get me some "20/20" shit or whatever, but Corinne turned into Mama Bear, and was like "No way! I don't want her that drunk! We don't want her to get hurt!" Mom was all laughing at her, meanwhile. Like "Are you her mother, now?" She thinks she is! Heh. It's cute. Lance ended up coming back with one big bottle (you know, like champagne size) of St. Ida's or something, and some other peach thing (not a wine-cooler, though, as it even said on the front. Heh. It's all "I'm NOT a wine-cooler! Recognize!"). The latter was stronger (and smaller), and I would've gone with it, but Mom and Corinne were like "That's just going to get you sick. Too sugary." and Nanny--who had taken a drink and made quite the face--was like "Winos under bridges wouldn't drink that." Hee. And of course Lance couldn't take it home (Corinne wouldn't let him. You know, since Lance doesn't drink, himself. Not anymore, anyway), so that one went down the drain. What a waste. I would've kept it for later, but we can't really keep that kind of stuff hanging around Mom. So I drank the other one. And, yes, all of it. Heh. I guess it was malt, so it's like beer? Huh. Whatever. Only 6% alchohol, so not very strong. But I did drink the whole thing, fairly quickly. So, that combined with the strong-ass mai tai=tipsy!Rachael (remember how little I am). Good times.
I do admit, though, that I'm feeling pleasantly buzzed. Just a tad unsteady, while I walk. Heh. Not falling into closets this time, though! But I should add a disclaimer, here: I am like an OLYMPIAN, when it comes to putting on normal fronts. Like, when I'm drunk as ass, I am hella good at acting sober. You only find out, if I stand too quickly, and you catch me swaying. Like, last time when I drank with Corinne? She didn't even know I was slightly drunk, until I stood up. I'm good. I hung out with my Mom all night once, while all high on ritalin, and she never knew I was on anything. Hell, when you have years of experience dealing with covering up severe anxiety in social situations? That shit's a peace of cake. So, don't let the lack of typos totally fool you. Heh.
Corinne says she'll take me out some time this week. She's on this mission to get me drunk past the point of no return, you see. Hee. It's for the best, anyway. Hopefully, since I didn't get totally smashed, and I've been dutifully drinking my water, I will be fine tomorrow. Then I can get shit-faced on a night when I don't have to worry about working the next day.
From Joe and Mom, I got something to hold more CDs in (which I needed), the new Nas CD, the two other Austin Powers DVDs I didn't own already, and this DVD of "Joe's Apartment." That one caused quite the controversy, apparently. Mom didn't think I'd like it. Mom was right. Heh. Well, I did see it in the theatres at like fifteen, and I guess I said something about it to Joe then, so he remembered it. So, it's sweet that he remembered that. But it's not some movie that I'm crazy about, and want to own. So I'll take it back. I thought it was cute, though. Corinne got me the new CD by Missy Elliott, and a box of truffles. Yeah, baby.
I was a little disappointed that I didn't get a digital camera, especially since I didn't even ask Dad for it, since I thought I'd be more likely to get a good one from Joe (a.k.a. techno wiz). But it's okay. It was a good day, and that's all that matters. What I got was good, too. I mean, except for that one DVD, and I can return it. No prob. Plus, I see Dad and them on Wednesday! More gifts on the way! Wheeee!
I have to pee EVERY SECOND. Seriously. This is ridiculous. I'm in a great mood, though. Very cheery. And of course in the mood for conversation. I always get this way, when I drink. Heh. I become Ms. Conversationalist. Come, speak to me about all sorts of deep issues! For hours on end! Who cares if we really make sense! We'll talk too loud, and feel like we're brilliant! Fun for all!
I also feel like finding a man, and getting my seducing on. Heeee. I should drink more often. And now I can! Because I'm 21! I mean, I could drink before, but it's much easier now. You know, with the whole minor "legality" issue coming into play. Heh. Life of alchoholism, here I come!
Haha, just kidding.
Oooh! I almost forgot! My Mom and Lance's Mom finally talked to each other for the first time, tonight! And she offered to pay for half of the wedding, and reception! Now, who knows if she actually will be able to, but at least the intention is there. That is WONDERFUL news.
