Friday- Rudy’s 1st bday, need I say more. Parrrtttaaaay.
I made it back on my roof and successfully layed out but it is creepy that I can see into Ballys from up there and I hope no one figured out that they can see me :/
My friend’s ex boyfriend/fling came into town so I entertained him- not as awkward as I thought and I found out from him they are together…shows how serious she is about him, poor guy. We went to dinner and I took him to an improv show(twas hilarious) then out for drinks. Plan-be in bed by midnight bc I had work at 8am and my first improv class at noon. End result- going to 4 different bars and getting hammered-I blame the dehydration from the sun. At 2:30 I make it home and Brad(the ex/current bf guy) proceeds to talk about my girlfriend as I have the drunken hiccups, all I am thinking about is getting inside to sleep -C’MON I love ya man and think you are a great guy but I got it she’s amazing you’re in love-. After about 20 min I start to feel it…I’m gonna barf. I never drink enough to throw up but once again I blame the sun, and that tricky fellow Jameson. He won’t break long enough for me to cut him off so what do I do?… throw up in my mouth and swallow it. Yes people. I am disgusted as well so judge away. He is talking so much he doesn’t even realize phewww I got away with the ol’ sly barf swallow. Once I got out I ran inside and find strangers passed out in the living room. -Hmm? eh, whatev-. Go to the bathroom and barf. Let Rudy out to play with the rats per usual then head off to sleep.
Saturday-
Wake up to work calling me at 8:17 UhOh! I am either still drunk or running into walls bc I’m that hungover. I make it to work by 8:23 pretty impressive I know. I sit at the front desk like a zombie not making eye contact with anyone. I get off at 10:30 bc I have my first class at noon. When I get back to my room I then find that some drunk ass threw up in a towel on my floor… hmmm weird I do not remember doing that. Once again judge away. I head to class excited but ashamed. To do improv you have to be on top of your game and I surely was not. My brain was not processing at a normal speed and everything outta my mouth was coming out choppy might as well been saying ummm my names lauren I like peanut buddderrr derr.
Get to class. Outta 16 I am one of 4 girls and no one is remotely normal but I like it. Admittedly it would be awesome if there was a hot guy that had the same passion as me and that was a dork at heart but no, instead there is a man in his late 50s named Dave who prefers to be called Don Pockets- it’s his stage name. This guy isn’t funny, he is border line crazy, and perhaps mildly re-re. He speaks out of turn and goes on and on about nothing waisting our time, my teacher hates him. I believe I will hate him soon as well and I avoided being in a scene with him all day but when the time comes its gonna be rough ya’ll.
We instantly had to play a game where we make a circle and have to jump in the middle and sing a song and get really into it until someone gets inspired from our song and jumps in to sing a new song. My hangover was causing a setback- I couldn’t think of anything so I proceeded to do nothing. Next round I sang Billy Jean whilst doing the moonwalk and earned my keep. The rest of the class what a series of 2 person games where we are given a topic and just haveta start going- hard as balls but such a rush and for some reason i wasn’t intimidated bc everyone is really supportive. I am really looking forward to getting better and learning new things, and getting to know everyone. I will be with these people for a year and they will most likely be some of my best friends for years to come. Not you Don Pockets. You sir will not be my friend.
After class I go down town with my friend Sophelia and her Boyfriend to hang out with his friends to watch the cubs/sox game. Amongst these friends is Mr. Jameson- goodbye hangover hello drunk again. After racking up a 500dollhair bar tab we leave to hang out at this girls place. She lives in the same building that oprah supposedly has a condo at- its ridiculous and looks out over lake michigan and the Pier. The whole reason we went is to watch the fireworks which we ended up missing bc we were crowded around a table drinking while right behind us out the 50ft long window is the fireworks show. go fig. After many beers and a classy shot of Hennesy I then decide to teach the drunks sign language. Some things taught- monkey, I am learning to sign, I want your penis, nice to fuck you. Only the necessary stuff, clearly. 1am return home.
Sunday-
Wake up at 7:20 for work, more tiered than yesterday but on time. I open my front door to find a guy passed out inbetween the buzz-in door and ours. I of course took a picture and I wish I knew how to post a phone pic on here bc its quite funny. I laughed at him but didn’t judge, I was in his shape Friday night swallowing my own vomit. Go to work so out of it I forget to share the story with anyone. Misery, misery, misery 30 min break-nap on the trainer’s stretching table, misery, misery, misery 4:30 home- Passed out Guy must have found his way home bc he was gone. Sleep 5:30-8. Order yummy yummy ( it is indeed yummy) watch the tuby lube, now bored.
