As I said in the soccer thread, the MLS season has begun, so I can now return to my regularly scheduled alcoholism.
I went out to watch the Philadelphia Union game and I was only drinking beer, yet somehow the night ended completely out of control. I went from pleasantly buzzed to completely shitfaced in the span of about 30 seconds. I wound up getting sick and my friend wouldn't let me drive (good call on his part). So I wound up going back to his apt in Philly (we were watching the game in Jersey...I live in Jersey...I work in Jersey...). I still don't really know how it got to that point because there was NO hard alcohol involved and I really didn't think I'd had THAT much beer considering the amount of time I was hanging out.
So getting to work this morning was difficult to say the least. Forget about the fact that I was wearing the same clothes that I'd had on the day before and couldn't even brush my teeth or my hair. But the plan was that I would walk to the train station from my friend's apartment and take the train back to where we we had been the night before (the bar is conveniently only about 2 or 3 blocks from the train station).
So I get on the train this morning and realize that I do not have my car keys. So even if I get to my car I can't get in it, and I can't drive it. So I decided to get off the train at a stop prior, reasoning that if I'm about to have to take a cab, this stop was closer to where I ultimately needed to be. So yeah, I did have to call a cab. $30 bucks and half an hour late to work today. Oops.
And no sooner did I get to work did I discover that my keys were, in fact, in the pocket of my sweatshirt the whole time. I swear to god they weren't there the first 5 times I checked. So today after work one of my coworkers brought me back to the bar where I'd left my car....only my car wasn't there. I assured my coworker that everything was cool and that I would handle it and I told him to go.
Now, I had called the bar earlier today to make sure that it was ok that I'd left my car there overnight. They said yeah, I have nothing to worry about. So you can imagine my panic mode as I get to the bar and realize that my car is not where I'd left it. (And the parking lot for this place isn't all that big, so it's not like it was in a different section or something). The bar staff suggests that I call the police to see if it was towed, or stolen.
So as I'm waiting for the cop to show up, I start texting my friends whom I was with last night. The conversation with my friend Lucas went like this:
Me: "Did you happen to see where I parked my car at the Pour House?"
Him: "It's at Westmont station."
Me: "How did my car get to Westmont Station?"
Him: "Jesse drove it."
(I'd completely forgotten that Jesse was even with us, despite the fact that I'd hung out with him for most of the night. I'd also had no recollection of us moving my car. Which in retrospect makes sense because it would have been easier for me to get to this morning- you know...if I'd had my keys).
Right around the time I was discovering all this, the cop showed up and I explained the situation. He just started laughing at me and was like, "Well it's good you didn't try to drive." And then I got to ride in the back of the cop car to the train station.
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