I rarely lose whole memories while drinking. Whether that means I don't drink quite enough to get there, or if it's a gift, I don't know. But I like the ability. I was walking my (even-more) drunk friend back to her house where we had started the evening. She was not walking very well. I had an arm around her. It was a clumsy affair. Right after we crossed a street I could kind of see her start to go down. If you've ever had a slow fall where you have the time to think "Oh, shit, I'm falling" but just don't manage to catch yourself or do anything to prevent it - it was like that except I saw it start with her, and then she went down, and I went down with her. She does not remember this but she only has bumps and bruises. I'm pretty sure she managed to fall on her side or butt; she twisted in front of me. This was about 10:30; we'd started early. And the shots. shudders It wasn't too bad, being drunk helps with that. It hurt but I walked quite a bit after any.way. When we fell some people on the balcony of the bar across the street made fun of us, so I flicked them off and told them to eat it. They didn't say anything back. D:
Driving through San Francisco at rush hour. Needed to change lanes. Guy in a VW very aggressively wouldn't let me do it. Fun fact about driving a 911: an astonishing percentage of the traffic you interact with hates you on sight. I thought it was just me. So okay, get behind him, things are fine. Proceed to watch him cut off two people in a hundred yards changing lanes. he still ends up behind us. Proceed to watch him cut off two more people in another 200 yards. Pulls up next to me, tries to cut in. Can't. We make it to a light. He and his buddy are staring at me, very proud of themselves in their volkswagen. "Excuse me," I say. "Does your mom know what a bad driver you are?" Fucker blanches like an almond in boiling water. "Uh, what?" "Does your mom. Know what a bad driver you are." "Uhh.., what do you mean?" "I'll let her know next time I see her." Proceed to leave the light at exactly the speed limit. Watch him nearly rear-end a garbage truck. THAT is 25: vulnerability to "your mom" insults.When we fell some people on the balcony of the bar across the street made fun of us, so I flicked them off and told them to eat it. They didn't say anything back. D: