so here I am

so here I am, drunk, not stoned, suprisingly. I'm resting my lungs for this weekend, this is the longest break (two days) that they've had in the past 6 months. I'm drunk, this is no suprise, since I consider myself a drunk who happens to be a stoner than visa versa. Since alcohol shuts down the brian, I'm trying to injest enough so I can get a good nights fuckin sleep for once. I had a vicodine and now I'm as wide awake as I can ever be. I don' t know why I can't get sleep, probably from not getting any (if you're willing and able hit me up). But I trudge on, if that is how you spell the word; to keep on drinking to in hopes one day fufill my dream of falling asleep. if I mix ecedroine and vicodine will that be bad? probably, where's mat when you need a fucking chemist? well its almost been 4 hours, and I know from experience that those vick's only last 4 hours at the most.

this weekend I'm going to the OC, back to the place that has it all. well not really. its the place that I was the most happy. of course being the place that went to college and had no worries, no responsibilities, not much sex, but I didn't care because I was wasted all the time, which was the best part. I think I only had to be sober for a few hours in a day, that was wonderful. I felt like a beer at 11 this morning at work, you know how you get a craving for a food or beverage, well that was mine. but i couldn't have one. why? because I was at work! i wish i stayed a fifth year but then I'd have the same problem but just a year later...who cares that I graduated in four...

god i'm wasted, but this fucking drinking machine isn't tired. this drinking machine only gets more excited and energetic with booze. what will put me to sleep? who has a fucking traquilizer dart? i bet that gets you pretty high.

I know that everybody is having similar problems, or worse. but fuck why should we all have to deal with this shit? damn i'm wasted

why can't we just get wasted as much as we can? just have our lives a giant keg stand, the one that stays on the longest wins. this is sad that this what comes to my head when I'm drunk. but i guess natural since I'm drinking that all i want to do further is drink more. but its funny , when I'm at work I dont' think I want to work more.

BELCH!!!!!!

Although to many Hefeweizen Conisours, Pyramid makes an uncharectaristically bland hefe; I like it. It has a good rich taste, I think. When served with a lemon, it is, in my opinon, the best hefeweizen. It has a cool refreshing taste, a definate summer beer (although, as long as its booze I'll drink it anytime, bring on the fucking pabst) It starts off cold but ends with a bold statement that is left lingering in your mouth, kinda like lunch that is stuck in your teeth when you leave work at 5. but its not a repulsive after taste, it is quite good. the mouth saviors the beer holding that lemon taste to it. Most hefeweizen's take on a white beer taste, I would say. I think that although both are wheat beers, hefeweizen should be different. I had my first white beer in gay pari. I hate paris, everybody is so smug, and looks down on you. they do have good museums, if you're into that sort of thing, i dig. but i'm mostly about getting wasted, wasted museum times are exallenate. I salute Pyramid and they're abilities to make a hefeweizen that I enjoy.

now, i've also been slaming anchor steem, which is brewed in my beloved san francisco. anchor has a lot of beers; excluding their steem, they all suck. but no worries, the steem makes up for it. mostly because I don't think that there is another steem beer out there. if you read the label of a anchor steem beer, it was brewed as a lower class beer for sailors. but regaurdless if there was another one, anchor has a fucking lock down on this shit. its good, its tasty, it gives me a fucking hard on. i could go on to detail of how it hits your pallet and shit, but I don't have an open one in front of me.

a lot of you who have read this are thinking, "what the fuck was that all about?" I'll tell you, it was me being drunk and bored, and couldnt go to sleep. I still have more than half my beer left, but my wrists are becoming tired from typing, and I need to save them up for a midnight randevous. I bid you a drunken fair well!

...and a piss off, fuck face...

While I was wasted...

I just remembered this...A few weeks ago, before Cabo, Shannon, Nick, Justin, and I were hanging out at a bar (big surprise, I know).

We were all making fun of Nick for blowing it. But I guess the jokes on me, he's had a bunch of dates since. But that's not important.

I was making fun of the others for missing out on a round that I was getting, but I'm used to ordering drinks while the others are only half done. Shannon was tipsy and she said, "Dustin, I'm never going to be able to keep up with you drinking, especially since you smoke too."

As you can believe, I was shocked! I told her, "I can't believe that you just admitted that, you must be way-sted. HAHA YOU ADMITTED DEFEAT!" She said shut up and continued to drink her drink, with a scowl on her face. I told her that she is a close second to my abilities and that is an honor nobody can take away from her.

I know you all knew it, but here it is to reassure you. I AM THE KING!!!! Even Shannon says so!

If you want to challenge me you can, but it will cost you. We go drink for drink, the looser buys. But once the looser, um, looses; does not mean I stop drinking and you keep paying for the drinks!

Filipe, Kenny, and...Mir?

See, everybody has a cool alias but me. Who the fuck is Mir?
"Hi, I'm Mir."
"Mirror?"
"Yeah, like the space station."
I always forget when I come up with a clever alias. But seriously when I go out, I'm wasted to the point that I'm lucky to remember my first name let alone an alias.

Justin's Dad, (who is ghique), hooked us up with a fatty accommodations in Cabo San Lucas. This place entered through a hallway that came up to two rooms. One living room/kitchenette with a couch that pulled out to a bed, literally, a full bed was hidden in the false cabinets under the counter. The room came with a thousand little notes attached to random objects. There was a billabong cowboy hat that had jimmy's tucked in the brim and a note that said "use me", I kept the hat. I'm still not sure if it was used previously, but at least it didn't say "use me, again". But my favorite note was, "Food in fridge and cupboards, Eat me". There were a pile of pooka shells on the counter top, Luis kept the rasta looking one. The bed room was money with two full size beds.

The moment we get to the room we start drinking...no that's not right. Justin and I were kinda drunk by then, we started drinking when we got up to pack at 9 in the morning. At the hotel room we start our Mexican drinking. There was beer in the fridge and we finished the Crown and Pepsi that I made for the plane as well. Justin's dad also left us a pack of cards. After the first card of "Beer-A-Mid" we realize its a Pinochle Deck with two 9 of diamonds and spades. We finish the quick game, no "Liquid Hell" since it would be cruel and we all put our cards down. It was 10:00 at night local time, we needed to hit the streets. We see our neighbors walking out of the hotel as well, four girls. They mention a few clubs to go to, but Justin's dad suggested some, we had to go since he left all the food.

The first one, Roxx, sucked. I think it was the highest recommendation. This is where the story gets a little hazy, I was drinking for two as it was. This night is a collaborated story from what we pieced together in the morning extremely hangover. There was nobody at this club but we decided to buy a few drinks. I remember going to the bathroom and somebody offered me weed for twenty bones. I scored in the first 20 minutes of being out on the town. Since it was dark and I was trashed it looked big, but it was just sticks and dirt weed. We finish our drinks, and I think it was here that we got the shots of tequila from the dirty old Mexican guy with the dirty shot glasses and bottle of Popov quality tequila. I know that happened, but all I remember was the dirty bum put his broke ass hat on my head, but I was hammered.

We went to another, Squid Roe, and it was way over packed. It had an upstairs and a downstairs and I think I walked on both. Justin says that we lost Luis, I don't remember and Luis didn't remember until Justin mentioned it in the morning. I think we found Luis and he was just chillin by the stairs.

I think we went to another place...I don't remember.

Justin and Luis said that we did, but they couldn't remember the details.

I think somebody offered us coke, but we didn't get any. Good Ol' coherent Luis. Probably sugar.

I remember getting up at five o'clock to throw up in the sink of our hotel room and then went back to sleep.

Nine rolls around and my head is pounding. I rush to the water in the kitchenette that Doug left behind and Luis joined in. I'm surprised he made the fold-out bed. I would have just slept on the couch. The dirt weed doesn't help much and the beer can I'm using isn't that refreshing. We make breakfast and piece together the night. A random commercial comes on for an "Extreme" product and we decide that last night was Extreme Drinking, and should not be repeated. I can't eat my eggs. My stomach was so nauseated. I was told that we did many shots of tequila. Then I remember about ralphing in the bathroom and I go to make sure I whipped it down. There was a little bit on the nozzle of the faucet and it discolored the silver to a grey. One night and I make my mark on cabo. Oh yeah, Justin says we pissed on a building too, Luis confirms it.

Walking out to the beach at Nine, we stop by the pool and get bloody mary's. The bartender does every waiter's order about 3 times before he finally makes our TWO bloody mary's, Luis is not a fan. We chilled on the beach trying to recover from my hang over. We eat at Mango's, a bar/restaurant on the beach; it had a dance platform where this girl flashed her new boobs (Justin couldn't see). During the day it had lounge chairs and then tables at night. This one hotel had FREEKING BEDS on the beach. But I thought that would encourage a lot of night sex on them. I bet they had security just for that. We hit the heated 80 degree pool before going up to our rooms.

We go out and take it way easy. I don't remember being drunk. After hanging out at Sammy Hagar's place full of old 40 year olds, we decide to hit a strip club. I mean if girls take their shirts off in restaurants, I bet the strip clubs are that more extreme. There were a quite of mix of girls and better quality than American Clubs. I've never touched a fake boob before, I could be persuaded to go either way on the issue. But I think the girl is alright if she lets me touch her boob in the first place.

I remember waking up refreshed and not hangover, the best feeling ever!!! We took Justin's cooler (aka his suitcase) to the beach with brews. Once on the beach, we crack the first round and we get told to take the cooler upstairs. Buzzkill. So we leave six down and then take the rest back.

Twenty/20 was recommended to us. We walk in and the club is silent. The DJ runs to the booth and a girl gets on stage. This butter face comes over and sits on my lap. We were uncomfortable being in the center of attention of ugly girls and big dudes. We leave after we finish our drinks, but the club did have a slide in it.

We get in a cab and Luis starts rappin with this guy. He asked why we left the strip club and we said it was dead. He asked if we fucked the girls and Luis said no. He turned around and asked, "Are you fags!?!?" I don't get it, if you don't have a chick with you or just got done fucking a chick; then you're gay.

While walking to the next club we hear a "Colombiano!" This taxi driver comes up to Luis and talks to him. Apparently on the first night, Luis talked to this guy. Luis told him that he might not remember and just to yell "Colombiano!" at him. It was funny.

Luis left on Monday at 3 and we didn't leave till 8. Which really sucked, because we didn't get home till 1230 or 1. The stupid steward kept on trying to flirt with the stewardess by turning on and off his flashlight, it was way annoying. It took forever to get out of the Oakland airport, waiting for Justin's stupid "suit case". All in all, it was an excellante trip! (see, I picked up some Spanish)