Last weekend is a blur to me. Actually, I can’t seem to remember any weekend for the past 2 months.
So here are bits and pieces of what I do remember of my last weekend.
Thursday night. I got ready to go out and waited outside of my building with _____ and _______. I reached into my pocket to find the one thing that hasn’t failed me for the past 6 years. I reach into my other pocket and fail to find the other half. It started drizzling. As soon as I got in the car, it turned 12. Car full of 7 started singing happy birthday and my phone wouldn’t stop vibrating. After almost getting into multiple car accidents, we finally got to Brooklyn. I walked to the door and realized I forgot my ID…. Typical me. But it was fine because I “looked good”. That’s as far as I remember of my Thursday night. Friday morning 6am, I was back to where my night started. Friday 5pm, I wake up in my bed with a pounding head. Then I get ready again and head out to Queens. Meeting up with my long lost friends is as far as I remember of that night. 2:43am, I hopped on the LIRR. The whole LIRR ride is a blur. Grabbed Jamba Juice and Taco Bell. Screamed my way to the F train. And from the F train wait, I was myself again. I smelled like throw up and cake. Bleh. Took a shower. Fresh and clean. Then I woke up 6pm Saturday evening. Headed out again. forgot my ID AGAINNN. This time, had to wait for the ID for an hour for my friend to bring. Saturday night is too clear. We hurried home from 17th and 6th away from the siren….. blehhh. Got home @ 5:30am…. Had to wake up for community service at 6:30…. The alarm just didn’t ring… but STILL MADE IT TO CENTRAL PARK.. got my yellow 3XL volunteer shirt.. and I did laundry. Watched a little movie. Then ate. Then fell asleep. WHAT A LONGGG WEEEKEND…
