My job often has cocktail receptions. I take advantage of these by getting as drunk as I can on free booze. Tonight was no different. Me and Matthews went down at 6 and got Kamikaze's. Instead of lime juice, triplesec and vodka served as a shot (as we expected) we were served OJ and some unidentified other flavor (possibly cranberry juice or grenadine) with vodka floating on the top. They were awful. As we drank those we snacked on hors d'ouvres. Then I started drinking champagne with great abandon. Monkeyfucker called and said we were meeting at a bar on the lower east side. He said to meet around 8. It was 7. I decided to stay for the additional hour. In between mingling with suits and my fellow paralegals I drank champagne as fast as the bartender refilled my glass. Monkeyfucker called back to say we should start going to the bar.
And then I woke up on the waterfront finishing a question to someone.
"...can you help me dude?"
"Don't call me dude, man!"
"Dude... I'm sorry."
"I SAID, don't call me Dude!"
He then punched me in the face. I staggered back and he grabbed my arm and threw me down. Still not being sure how I arrived at this place or how I became involved in this altercation I looked over at the person I think may have been a girl I was talking to and then hailed a cab. The cab got me to Brooklyn, though I didn't have enough money to pay for it. I stopped in a random conveinece store, took out money for the cabbie and then got on the subway.
When I arrived home I found out that I was filthy. My white shirt I was wearing had clearly found its way into the dirt at least once. I assumed it was from being thrown down. I went to bed.
The next day Monkeyfucker told me I was so drunk I couldn't stand and was trying to hit on girls but unable, he would take me away apoligetically and then I would go back. I got kicked out of the bar 3 times until I finally left. I wish someone had put me in a cab then. BAIMM played a message I left him informing him that I felt like I was on "The Wire" on the Baltimore waterfront and that I was sure someone would stab me. I also talked with my sister for 4 minutes that I can't remember. I called fasttalk but hung up after the phone rang. At least I could still make that decision.
10.25.2006
10.13.2006
The incident of the horrible fucked up situation in my love life
Her is Fasttalk.
Her - What r u doing
6:49pm 10/8/06
Me - I'm actually at work, at least for a bit
6:50pm 10/8/06
Her - i got a fancy movie idea i wanted to c if ud b into that tomorowish-esq
6:55pm 10/8/06
Her - Nonstop of course, surealist film bring whomeve Film Forum
7:00pm 10/8/06
Me - What's the deal with the movie? I'm working late but can probably get out by 7
5:43pm 10/9/06
Her - Call me when ur out-
6:24pm 10/9/06
Me - (I call, we make vague plans to get together tomorrow
7:17pm 10/9/06 (2minute 46sec conversation)
Her - Theres no bf at up state. nt that u had a bunch to bother about that. right. asta muchos
12:50am 10/10/06
Her - i dont want to sleep with u anymore
12:59am 10/10/06
Her - Whats going on wit u?
1:04am 10/10/06
Her - your wrong about everything anyway
1:13am 10/10/06
Her - mama mia. lik i ws sayn- i meant nothn real bi frgn out. temping workn and voulentern and passn a sicknesr and sic heart iz all beat. i may b lame bt' i really like u
9:09pm 10/11/06
Her - I like you im nt in any direct way clearly expressing what i mean latly
7:03am 10/12/06
That night was a total, complete and utter disaster. I was going out with Sunbolicious in Park Slope. I was drunk. I had been drinking champagne at a work cocktail party since 5:30.
Her - I want to see u! call me call me!
7:06pm 10/12/06
Her - Buttsup? evrythng cool?
7:15pm 10/12/06
I left after this. I needed to try and figure out my situation with Fasttalk. I called. Nothing was resolved. The night wore on in typical fashion. I went out. Sunbolicious' friend Sara G. joined us at one point and I made vague attempts to talk to her, but Sunbolicious was far more aggressive in talking than I was. Around 10 I sent a text message to Fasttalk.
Fair's fair why you given me such fucked up shit?
10:11pm 10/12/06
Then kept drinking. Trying to forget about why my life is what it is. Around 11:30 I got the response.
I nevr wantd to start somethn i couldnt finish and i lost all my cool, pior to and during passive agression-whici is nt me nt cool nt goal
11:13pm 10/12/06
I left the bar. Drunk as I was I called her. I yelled, screamed, was not in the mood to deal with this girl who is jerking me left and right every way but in a direction that makes any sense to anyone most importantly to myself because i've done that before and old stupid (other) Alex might be the one to go back and deal with it and forgive and forget but new (other) Alex is a bitter hardened bad person who will not deal with it in a reasonable manner.
11:20pm 10/12/06
25:54
Her - Yo listen ass hole the passive agression ws me thinkn about fuking when i ws too drunk and feeling awsome. i never wantd that for us i only wanted the best. this has beeneating me up why i didnt get it right- u knw? i m sorry. call me when ur out if ur up for it. mao i hate these superficial texts. im sori bout that too.
12:00am 10/13/06
I arrived home and apparently called two other friends for 3:16 minutes a piece. I'm not sure what I talked about. I'm probably going to see one this weekend. I woke up to 2 voicemails (one apologizing, one near tears about how I'm a bad person but she doesn't hate me) and 7 text messages. All recieved at 8:49am when I woke up.
I dont evr want to sleep w sone who doesnt knw me. u met someone else, desperation alone. Fasttalk nt Talk
Its really the ages thats fubed this up and all the worlds good will wont change that. im an old fuk about life. im nt perfect i ws a jerk to u. im sorry.
We need to talk in person- whenevr this is crazy just call this phone.
Im gona need somegrnbeand, monkeyfucker's friends catnip, because i cant sleep
I mean please. thanx. if u wont mind.
I ws wrong i ws wrong try n forget about it. i enjoyd every minute of it and u most of. whats wrong with me? too many things. u r amazing just like u r i really enjoy u. end. really this is a fuked up and hurt way to say i love you. sorry?
8:49am 10/12/06
The morning was bright and cold. A man on the subway was playing trumpet along with prerecorded sound. Another was passing out a pamphlet with "The road to Heaven" on it. I wanted to tell him that even if I accepted Jesus I'd never make the cut.
Her - What r u doing
6:49pm 10/8/06
Me - I'm actually at work, at least for a bit
6:50pm 10/8/06
Her - i got a fancy movie idea i wanted to c if ud b into that tomorowish-esq
6:55pm 10/8/06
Her - Nonstop of course, surealist film bring whomeve Film Forum
7:00pm 10/8/06
Me - What's the deal with the movie? I'm working late but can probably get out by 7
5:43pm 10/9/06
Her - Call me when ur out-
6:24pm 10/9/06
Me - (I call, we make vague plans to get together tomorrow
7:17pm 10/9/06 (2minute 46sec conversation)
Her - Theres no bf at up state. nt that u had a bunch to bother about that. right. asta muchos
12:50am 10/10/06
Her - i dont want to sleep with u anymore
12:59am 10/10/06
Her - Whats going on wit u?
1:04am 10/10/06
Her - your wrong about everything anyway
1:13am 10/10/06
Her - mama mia. lik i ws sayn- i meant nothn real bi frgn out. temping workn and voulentern and passn a sicknesr and sic heart iz all beat. i may b lame bt' i really like u
9:09pm 10/11/06
Her - I like you im nt in any direct way clearly expressing what i mean latly
7:03am 10/12/06
That night was a total, complete and utter disaster. I was going out with Sunbolicious in Park Slope. I was drunk. I had been drinking champagne at a work cocktail party since 5:30.
Her - I want to see u! call me call me!
7:06pm 10/12/06
Her - Buttsup? evrythng cool?
7:15pm 10/12/06
I left after this. I needed to try and figure out my situation with Fasttalk. I called. Nothing was resolved. The night wore on in typical fashion. I went out. Sunbolicious' friend Sara G. joined us at one point and I made vague attempts to talk to her, but Sunbolicious was far more aggressive in talking than I was. Around 10 I sent a text message to Fasttalk.
Fair's fair why you given me such fucked up shit?
10:11pm 10/12/06
Then kept drinking. Trying to forget about why my life is what it is. Around 11:30 I got the response.
I nevr wantd to start somethn i couldnt finish and i lost all my cool, pior to and during passive agression-whici is nt me nt cool nt goal
11:13pm 10/12/06
I left the bar. Drunk as I was I called her. I yelled, screamed, was not in the mood to deal with this girl who is jerking me left and right every way but in a direction that makes any sense to anyone most importantly to myself because i've done that before and old stupid (other) Alex might be the one to go back and deal with it and forgive and forget but new (other) Alex is a bitter hardened bad person who will not deal with it in a reasonable manner.
11:20pm 10/12/06
25:54
Her - Yo listen ass hole the passive agression ws me thinkn about fuking when i ws too drunk and feeling awsome. i never wantd that for us i only wanted the best. this has beeneating me up why i didnt get it right- u knw? i m sorry. call me when ur out if ur up for it. mao i hate these superficial texts. im sori bout that too.
12:00am 10/13/06
I arrived home and apparently called two other friends for 3:16 minutes a piece. I'm not sure what I talked about. I'm probably going to see one this weekend. I woke up to 2 voicemails (one apologizing, one near tears about how I'm a bad person but she doesn't hate me) and 7 text messages. All recieved at 8:49am when I woke up.
I dont evr want to sleep w sone who doesnt knw me. u met someone else, desperation alone. Fasttalk nt Talk
Its really the ages thats fubed this up and all the worlds good will wont change that. im an old fuk about life. im nt perfect i ws a jerk to u. im sorry.
We need to talk in person- whenevr this is crazy just call this phone.
Im gona need somegrnbeand, monkeyfucker's friends catnip, because i cant sleep
I mean please. thanx. if u wont mind.
I ws wrong i ws wrong try n forget about it. i enjoyd every minute of it and u most of. whats wrong with me? too many things. u r amazing just like u r i really enjoy u. end. really this is a fuked up and hurt way to say i love you. sorry?
8:49am 10/12/06
The morning was bright and cold. A man on the subway was playing trumpet along with prerecorded sound. Another was passing out a pamphlet with "The road to Heaven" on it. I wanted to tell him that even if I accepted Jesus I'd never make the cut.
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