Padi is now in town and have to say I'm the happiest I've been since I got here. Last night we went and saw DJ Z-Trip and it was really awesome. I had a CD of his from a long time ago that I always loved, and hoped that he hadn't "cheesed out" or anything like that. Great set and great crowd.
Here's the kicker of the night. Admittedly, Padi and I were pretty sauced as we exited the club. I had to go to the bathroom, and proceeded to a large flower garden area in front of a major German bank. I go, manage to throw my purse somewhere in the foilage and also fall on my (bare) ass in to a giant rose bush. I get up, and realize I can't find my purse and the next 10 minutes is spent rummaging through trying to find it on the verge of tears. "My life is in that purse!" Padi calls my phone and we eventually find it...drunk passers also attempt to help to help as well.
It's hard to describe the absolute absurdidy of this moment last night. There I am, so drunk I can barely stand, and me and Padi are rummaging through a large garden area. Drunk people exiting the bar attempting to see what we are doing...I'm on the verge of tears thinking I've lost my platinum Mastercard yelling...
"Text me again, Padi! TEXT ME AGAIN!"
I woke up this morning with three thorns in my hands, and large scratches all over my back and ass.
Here's the kicker of the night. Admittedly, Padi and I were pretty sauced as we exited the club. I had to go to the bathroom, and proceeded to a large flower garden area in front of a major German bank. I go, manage to throw my purse somewhere in the foilage and also fall on my (bare) ass in to a giant rose bush. I get up, and realize I can't find my purse and the next 10 minutes is spent rummaging through trying to find it on the verge of tears. "My life is in that purse!" Padi calls my phone and we eventually find it...drunk passers also attempt to help to help as well.
It's hard to describe the absolute absurdidy of this moment last night. There I am, so drunk I can barely stand, and me and Padi are rummaging through a large garden area. Drunk people exiting the bar attempting to see what we are doing...I'm on the verge of tears thinking I've lost my platinum Mastercard yelling...
"Text me again, Padi! TEXT ME AGAIN!"
I woke up this morning with three thorns in my hands, and large scratches all over my back and ass.
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Oh my god, words cannot express how funny this was. Why a couple of picture-happy fools like us didn't get it on camera is beyond me.
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