I've got a tequila headache.
I hadn't planned any Halloween revelry for last night, All Hallows Eve, but luckily, planning had been done by someone.
I was at work late yesterday when I got the invitation. I jumped on the T, less crowded than I expected with costumed strangers, and dodged shaving cream-covered teenagers on my walk home, and caught a ride over to the party.
Where I had lots of tequila in margarita form, and a profound realization.
(actually, it seemed very profound in my drunken euphoria...)
You should really only do things that make you happy. If you don't like your job you should get a new job that you like; if you don't like your apartment, move; and so on. Hanging out (and drinking) with friends and family is the greatest ever. You should do that as often as possible. Screw all that other noise.
Happy Day-After-Halloween. I'm dressed up as a guy who doesn't hate his job. I bet you couldn't even tell it was me.
-t
2 comments:
i always get those revelations when I'm wasted. then I become sober again. and i realize that life? sucks.
just kidding, good luck with that costume. I'm dressed as a girl who needs a nap.
i'm dressed as the girl who smells like onions.
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