So, for those of you in the know, I’ve never been drunk. Not even a little. Not through the messiest breakup, the most epic Halloween, through random parties with drink after drink. But tonight I went to a party. Completely impromptu, but a party nonetheless. And I managed to get absolutely GONE. I dont know if it was the shots, mixed drinks, jungle juice, or flask that I drained. But I managed to get drunk. This is huge. Bigger than you could ever imagine. And I felt great. I still reel great if I’m being honest. I taught a girl how to dance with a bit of spice. I met a girl who’s got an amazing view on different styles of shooting movies. I drank. I enjoyed hookah with people I didn’t know. I enjoyed myself. I lived. Its so good to feel this alive. I don’t know how I got to this stage of living, or if I’ll be able to reach it again, but I’m eternally grateful to Diane, for not giving up on the quest of making a drunk Don. And to Johnny A. for making it possible for us to enjoy the company of his friends. And for Sarah, our beautiful hostess.
I don’t know how she mixed her drinks, but I’ll be damned if she doesn’t know how to throw down. Were she a single woman, I surely would have planted a smooch on her for the night. But alas, it was not in the cards. Regardless, an epic night.
And I’m happy. I’ll post more when I wake up I’m sure.