I Lost My Head Tonight.
I lost my head tonight. As I type this now, I am quite drunk, though not completely. My spelling and language is testament to that. My hands are bleeding now. My knuckles that is. Long story. No. Actually. Short story that.
The night, or rather evening started quite humdrum. I decided to go into town to get some stuff - folders, toiletries, you know, that sort of stuff. Then I went to UGC cinema's bar at level 4 to have my dinner and a drink.
All was fine until she turned up. With her 'date'. Well, I don't know what the deal is with them. But one thing was clear - he didn't know that i was the infamous ex, even though we were all seated on the same table, across each other.
That was messed up, ey. I tell you. It's no fun to be seated on the same table with your ex who's kinda on a date. Fuck. It's no fun at all. I tried my best to be civil and would like to pride myself as being successful. The nerve. She actually asked me whether I was alright, cause I looked a bit uncomfortable.
Fuck that.
Anyway, so yah. I then went to watch Bad Santa which was kinda nice, while she went for a movie with the dude (whom I don't think much of, by the way, but that's just me). Later, we watched a movie together - Bridget Jones' Diary: The Edge of Reason.
But it was after the movie that all Hell started. We went to this dumb club called Bounce which played amongst other shit songs, Backstreet Boys. What the fuck man. We then split to Creation to meet Rohan (another dude from Bangalore, who has a slight thing for her, for sure, though he fervently denies it).
A long story short, I had a lot to drink tonight - 8 Malibus. 1 Vodka Lime. 1 Budweiser. 1 large glass of Rose. 2 Sambuca shots. In fact, I had 3 cigarettes too.
Haha.
I really lost it tonight.
The bleeding knuckles? Knuckle claps on the road en route back home. That's how.
I know I will wake up hating myself for this. But for now, I feel no better nor worse.
I hate myself. Truly. For being so weak. Here's hoping I wake up feeling that I too could be like Mark Darcy.
4 Comments:
Wisdom is a virtue...and it is wise not to be the lamp post on an ex's date...nor be anywhere NEAR the ex on a date...and worse of all...NEVER listen to BSB with ex, any other human being, cats, dogs, vegetables or sharp objects nearby!
By despiteme, at 9:28 AM
Sometimes a guy got to do what he has got to do at the moment for the moment - so you did what a guy has got to do at the moment for the moment - no big deal, man.
Though, if you feel not good about it afterwards, remember this the next time you want to do something a guy got to do what a guy has got to do at the moment for the moment.
For now, don't be too hard on yourself - it's over and you cunt do anything about it now.
Anyhow, if you want to drop fast, try Southern Comfort next time - it is a liquer and liquers are known as 'knicker droppers' - they are sweet, fruity - girls drink them like fruit juice, not knowing the alcohol content is 26% - so now you know why they are known as knicker droppers. For guys, you save all that hard earned money on multiple Malibus, Vodhka, etc - see?
..finally, in the bigger scheme of things, nothing don't matter at all...whether the knickers dropped, you drop, she dropped, you didn't drop, she didn't drop, etc...but the man who sold the drinks MADE, man, thats whats yous gots to worrys abouts...
By circlecircles, at 2:30 PM
Mein gosh, did I really type THAT word??? Talk about thoughts and word association...
ps - German cos Queen Elizabeth is/was in Germany
By circlecircles, at 3:49 PM
Yah... But she's also part German... Though she's arguably the most British royalty UK has had in a long long while. And thanks for your words.
By square, at 2:25 AM
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