Let it be known that cinematography is not my forte, particularly when drunk.
At first watch, I thought I said the Mad Irishman, aka The Crowned King of Debauchery, is “functionally sober” but in actuality I am saying he is “full of himself.” True story.
It was one of those nights where you wake up the next morning and think to yourself, “How did I get here?” and then you check to make sure you have your purse because it’d be JUST LIKE YOU to forget something so important after too many drinks. But luckily, I had my purse and didn’t bring a stray home with me.
AND I didn’t fall down.
Bonus.
“Into the sea /You and me /All these years and no one heard/I’ll show you in spring/It’s a treacherous thing/We missed you hissed the lovecats…” -Lovecats, The Cure
who would want to be functionally sober anyway?
There are times you just have to say “fuck it” and let go…
Although, having your purse, not bringing home strays AND not falling down are all TERRIFIC!
more drunk vlogging please!
If you’re not going to lose your purse and pick up a stray, I don’t really see the point of getting stupid drunk…I thought the whole idea was to make sure you had an excuse.
Thanks for the morning chuckle
Hahaha I love that Lovecats is blaring in the background. Good to see you’re out causing some ruckus around town again.
“How did I get here?” That’s a question that many of us ask ourselves on the 6th shot of the night.
I like “We’re in a lesbian bar. Shhh . . .”
Is that Lovecats playing in the background? AWESOME.
Hilarious.
I had to pause when a student came in my office and it happened to stop on a close-up of you talking a gesturing into the camera. Hilarious.
What great camera work. Did I see Bigfoot in that video?
It’s funny I should happen across this post today, because like you, I also overdid it over the weekend (margaritas) but unlike you, I DID leave my purse somewhere (luckily it was just at my brother’s house) and I DID fall down (but luckily nobody saw me. Bonus!)
How do I miss thee, let me count the shots….
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I don’t understand what you mean by “functionally sober”. I don’t think you can put those words together like that and have it still make sense.
Please be careful. Your sadness worries me. :-/
If you want, write me. I can’t promise to be gentle, but I can give you some reflective value. *hugs*
Wait. You have a Mad Irishman, too? So do I! Not the same guy, is it?