Off Topic With Ashley

“…And stop trying to lose weight!” shouted Heather as she screamed off in her little zoombox automobile.

I took a moment to comprehend the statement and figured a “fuck off,” to the white cloud of burning rubber would probably be the most appropriate thing. I’m actually not the best judge of the most appropriate things after a few drinks, it seems, so I jogged back to my place two blocks away.

Walking had become inconceivably painful thanks to the unfortunate pair of new shoes that had rubbed blisters into my heels.

The night was a blast while I wasn’t moving my feet, though. I’d attended the conservative pizza and beer meet-up for #osm enthusiasts, and after that I’d been encouraged (with little effort) to take the citycat to the #btub meetup that was taking place both simultaneously as well as y’know, well into the night.  It was at least six shades of awesome, and I’m glad I did.

I met lots of interesting new people, as well as catching up with both Heather and that dude who lives down the road from me. Aforementioned dude’s friendpal wasn’t there, or at least I didn’t stunkenly drumble up in time to meet her, but I sent an @reply early in the evening, so that should count maybe. Just maybe.

As the night wore on, I had more beers, and before realising it people were making fun of the way I was mixing words into interesting new sounds and patterns, and I realised I should probably stop drinking. I had a few more beers, and by the time I worked out I wasn’t feeling very well any more I also worked out I’d missed the last train.

It was really lucky Heather was driving home. I feel terrible because I got a lift off her, and it’s a terrible thing to do to someone who lives in the next suburb over. It was good bonding; her in sober-drunk mode, and me in drunk-drunk mode. We make a pretty awesome team, and I’ve decided to make it to at least one of her parties between now an the next forever.

I left David standing on a street somewhere or something, and I feel terrible about that too. I hope he made it home safely and with some joy, I’m such a terrible person.