The Unintentional Inebriation (Weekly Wrap) #142

The next day I found this in my handbag (I'm top left I believe) 

I was having a conversation with a friend a few hours ago and she mentioned that somewhere in the craziness of Saturday night I asked her (over the phone) to "Google Maps" my location. She was in a completely different part of the country. I knew little of where I was except I was somewhere in Brooklyn. It's ok, I was with friends.

Why am I telling you this? Good question. It was not my finest hour and I'd rather not share my night out  publicly, but I feel there's something to be gained. Thus, let the embarrassment continue. 

You know when you really don't plan to go out and it ends up turning in to a mini adventure? No? Well, for example, imagine you plan to go and watch a live band at a bar in Brooklyn around at 2pm. You decide to have a drink in the sun. The bar conveniently ends up offering free drinks. It gets to 4pm and you've forgotten how many you've had. You meet a little Indian female film director, who is probably very talented in her own right, but her conversation is so excruciatingly boring that you end up drinking your feelings. She then starts talking about her sci-fi film that is based on female period blood curing a disease that threatens to end the world. Your eyes glaze over. You drink some more. You and your friends get a little freaked out that she keeps taking photos of you. You drink more.
Somehow your group detaches from the feminist preacher. Success. You go to the toilet. It's has to be around 8pm. Another drink is ordered. You stand at the bar talking with a friend about life for an hour. You reevaluate your purpose on Earth. Followed by another drink. You then have a nerd moment talking about blog templates (eeek). Somehow you end up at another bar that serves free pizza. Success. As you're slowly sobering up from the delicious, but absorbent pizza crust, you look down at your hand. How did I get this glass of whiskey? Oh no. Meh, roll with it. 10 minutes later you find yoursellf on the way to someones apartment for a party. Time: unknown.
We arrive. My phone rings. I answer. 

Friend: "Hey how's your night going?"

Morgs: "Hey can you um like Google Maps wherever I am" 

Friend: "Ah no Morgs I don't think that's going to work"

And that was about 3 quarters of the night. I'd tell you what happened afterwards but it really needs its own post. Let's just say it was an adventure getting home. 

What have we (I) learnt from this? One free beer is enough. Avoid crazy feminist filmmakers. And take note of the streets around you. 

However, I must say that it was a very fun night and somewhere in amongst all the funtimes we squeezed into a photobooth (see image). 

Peace, Morgs