I left my purse at the bar.
I fell and scraped my hand in an alley.
I was at some point in an alley.
I slept on my friend’s couch.
There are several missed calls on my phone.
There are several outgoing calls on my phone.
Where to begin…Well I typically end up falling because I almost always drunkenly decide at some point it is a good idea to start running.
Hey Savannah, what is a quicker way to get from point A to point B? Perhaps you should quicken your already very unstable step.
I feel like cops probably do not give me a public intox on account of it being so damn funny to watch.
I am now waiting for the bar to open so I can hopefully go retrieve my purse. I imagine someone turned it in realizing how broke I am. Everyone keeps asking me how much money I have in it and I’m like…None I just really like that purse.
Lord knows I could use a new driver’s license picture.
The only reason I took off my purse was because it was hanging over the toilet while I was trying to puke. Both puking and taking off the purse seemed like really sensible ideas at the time. I am nothing if not practical.
It is kind of a mystery to me why I left the bar at all considering all of my friends were still there. I mean…all of my roommate Connor’s friends were still there. I mean…my roommate Connor was still there ya know?
(If you are new to my blog and want to know more about Connor See Post: That’s My Roommate)
Once I realized I lost my purse, I think it struck me how drunk I was and I decided to cut my losses. Drunken me has tunnel vision to go home which is a really good idea when I have my keys.
Sober me thought I did not need my keys because I had my trusty roommate who has a very similar set of keys and who unfortunately was not with me when I for some unknown reason decided to leave the bar.
It was nice waking up and knowing that my roommate was worried about me but I always dismiss it like….No need to be worried, I just walked to my friend’s place…in an alley…where I fell…oh and have you seen my purse?
Not a big cause for concern.
I texted my friend to thank him for helping me rinse off my scraped hand and getting me a blanket and he said I seemed fine.
I sincerely think there is a deep part of me that is thinking Savannah you are drunk. You are drunk right now. Act cool okay? Then I do. It just comes that naturally to me.
Unfortunately no one ever realizes I am drunk unless I tell them. They always inform me how normal I seemed and I am like great…Well the next time I seem normal take me to the hospital because I have alcohol poisoning okay?!
It is always sort of a reverse situation when I am sober. I had one girl say she was surprised I remembered her because of how drunk I was when we met. It was also surprising for me considering I was not drinking at all that night.