Week end of Fun and Regret

Bass playing. I was playing bass at a party Friday night. I got that natural high you get when you play and it sounds great and the crowd is right there with you. I was probably playing for 3 hours strait. Strange things is that I suffered no blisters and no ill effects from that night. Such a great time. I was so happy. It was probably one of the best parties I have ever been to. So many good musicians at one point I was playing with a sax player and a trumpet player with Reed Rapping on the mic. Funk soul and some poetry slaming. Walked home with my bass slung over my shoulder at around 3:40 in the AM. My amp is still in their living room.

Puking on Kitchen linoleum. Well, after such a great night, I was at a party that took place on three floors of a building. Mostly undergrad's and mostly idiots. I was hassled at the door because this little prepubescent little fook wanted 3$ from me. I don't have that kind of money! So I told him I knew the people who lived there, and he still would not let me pass, finally I got in for free and then I paid for it later. I just ignored my limits and drank liquor then beer then liquor then beer again. A violent combination. I stumbled home and scared some people waiting for a cab as I recited some poetry to them. Then I got home and laid down in bed. Big mistake. All of the sudden I had a mouth full of puke, I run to my bathroom, but because I was still drunk, I stumbled onto my kitchen floor, and spewed the contents of my stomach all over. Then it kept coming. I was surprised by how much fluid my stomach can hold. All the time I was thinking, "What am I doing?! I am not in my early 20's anymore. I am too old for this shit!"

Let me just say, the morning was not a pretty site. Vomitus all over my floor and it smelled. It was 12 in the PM and I was still drunk, but there was cleaning to do. I cleaned my entire floor, mopped and everything. I am so glad I didn't puke on my carpet.

Today I am sore. My whole body hurts...all my muscles are sore. I believe this is from vomiting so much and straining myself. Every breath hurts along with every laugh and cough.

I once read that you know you are getting old when, "I'll never drink like that again!" is replaced with, "I just can't drink like I used to."

Let me assure you people. I'll never drink like that again.