Wednesday, August 17, 2005

Blurry Tuesday

My last 4 posts have all been about my Tri. I think a "get-drunk-boy-am-i-stupid" post is in order keep things interesting.

Last night Nalin had a date over at the apartment. I wanted to give him his space so I went to go kill some time and have "one" drink at Blur (1121 Polk St - 415-567-1918).

Blur really is my neighborhood place to go and it was a fun night. I had some drinks with Amy and she introduced me to a bunch of the other regulars there. So my one Saphire Tonic turned into about 6 drinks. What the hell is wrong with me? Why can't I go somewhere and just have one drink like a normal person. It also didn't help that I didn't eat dinner. Yup..you can almost predict the disaster that is to come.

In my drunken friendly state, I must have become friends with everyone in the bar. I ended up talking with this other group of people who came into the bar after me. I don't remember all of their names but I remember Mario and Sky. Mario is FLAMINGLY gay and so were most of his friends. Mario says he "dances" at Divas, the tranny bar down the street. Sky was a very attractive girl who I think she said worked with Mario and his friends at their day jobs (restaurant I think).

Next thing you know, I'm jumping in a car with this group of people I just met and we are off to the Castro to go check out The Cafe - 2367 Market St (415) 861-3846.

Yes, there are a couple of odd things at play here.

1) For those who don't live in SF, the Castro is commonly known as the Gay Mecca of North America. It is an SF neighborhood where being gay is the norm and seeing burly guys walking down the street in leather chaps is not that unusual.
2) The Cafe - Is about as gay as a club can get. A description of this place on sanfrancisco.com describes it as:
No cover. Strong drinks. Super-gay top 40 dance mixes that bring scraggly-haired lesbians and boys who buy their youth at the tanning salon. It doesn't get much more Castro than this.
3) I'm going there in a car full of gay guys and a straight girl I just met.
4) I am already SUPER drunk
5) I'm wearing jeans, a t-shirt and flip flops. I wasn't planning on going out..this is what I wore to work!

But anyway..we get to the Cafe and yup...it sure is gay in there. Thank God I have Sky to protect me a bit. But seriously, some gay guys have NO shame. Even though I'm hanging out with Sky, guys would come up to me at the bar and make VERY inappropriate comments. Holy Crap..now I know how girls feel sometimes. Even scarier, a couple of the guys straight out just came up to me and grabbed my balls. One guy even tried putting his hand down my pants. No shame!

Now here's the real scary part. The last thing I remember it was about 1 am. And then yup:
no dinner + lots of drinks = black out.
The Morning After
I thankfully wake up in my own bed alone at about 10 am this morning. I have absolutely no idea how I got home. None. I feel like dying. I get up to go get some water and in my head I literally think it is Saturday morning.

I am rudly brought back to reality when my cell phone goes off and it's work. FUCK! It's only Weds! And I have already missed 2 meetings at work and am about to miss another one. Oh shit...

Nalin told me I woke him up at 3 am (wait a second...clubs close at 2. what the hell was I doing between 2 and 3?) buzzing at the door. I think I lost my keys. Nalin says I looked in REAL bad shape..maybe the worst he has ever seen me.

I shower before rushing off to work. I literally touch my ass to make sure that it hasn't been violated. Honestly....that is a scary couple of hours where who knows what happened. But I still have my wallet, phone and anal retention..so it couldn't have been that bad.

I get to work and life is miserable. I feel so sick. I only manage to stay at work for a couple of hours before I come back home and crawl into bed. At about 4 pm I literally have to run out of bed and I vomit. I don't remember the last time I threw up the next day after drinking. I also don't think I have EVER done it as late in the afternoon. I end up in bed sobbing softly to myself till about 8 pm.

Nalin later finds my keys. They are on the floor..outside of our apartment. Doh!

5 Comments:

At 2:11 AM, August 18, 2005, Blogger Van said...

oh damn, that story makes the top ten, no, top 3 drinking stories on anyone's list.

 
At 2:19 AM, August 18, 2005, Blogger simonma168 said...

I live for your stories.

 
At 6:40 AM, August 18, 2005, Blogger whatupwilly said...

Thanks guys...I look back at stories like this and can't help but to laugh, cringe and weep at the same time.

 
At 8:42 PM, August 18, 2005, Anonymous Dougie said...

I've started reading your stories to both Olivia and Natalie at bed time. I think they enjoy it, as Natalie is slurping down milk from her mothers breast, and Olivia is humming a Wiggles tune. In the end, they wanted me to tell you that they love you -- Uncle Willy.

 
At 7:45 AM, August 19, 2005, Blogger whatupwilly said...

Hahaha..thanks Dougie. Congrats on the new baby girl (update your blog damn it)...

 

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