Defeated by Alcohol
I got out of work and drove to downtown El Segundo for Shakespeare by the Sea. I needed something to eat, so I walked up Main Street, and lo and behold, I found another farmer's market. Perfect timing, as it was closing in 5 minutes. I picked up a delicious Happy Inkan combo #1. Grilled chicken, red onions, tomatoes, rice, and that awesome green sauce. Sorry, no pictures, I'll leave the constant taking pictures of food everywhere I go to another blog. Then I got some white nectarines and a couple of eggplants. I have no idea how to cook eggplant, but I bet if I use 10 cloves of garlic it will taste pretty good.
I grabbed a beach towel from my car and walked with the other families to Library Park. After a pre-show and 10 minutes of downtime, the show began. It was an admission-free production of Comedy of Errors. I'm glad I read a couple excerpts and the Cliff Notes online, because it was kind of hard to keep up with rapid-fire dialogue and the story. Here's how it went down:
- The actors had to deal with shouting their lines over the planes flying overhead from LAX, so after a while they would just stop and stare at the sky in bewilderment. One of the actors who played Antipholus made a reference to an iron bird.
- For a performance attended by an audience that was half kids, there were a lot of sex and gay jokes.
- At intermission, I heard a woman tell her friend that she had no idea what the hell was going on in the play.
- During intermission, one of the actors who played Dromeo went into the audience and talked with random people. He was holding a prop of a golden rooster on top of a cross. A woman asked him what it was, and in character he replied: "It's a cock! It gives good crows." Or something to that effect.
- A young African American kid told his friend he didn't want to go to the bathroom by himself because he didn't want to get jumped by white people. El Segundo is full of white people.
So in the end, all misfortunes caused by mistaken identity were resolved, lovers end up together happily ever after, and I went home.
I called up ObligatedGirl to go to Father's Office in Santa Monica for a couple drinks. She brought two of her friends along, MedSchool and SocialWorker. The place is nicely decorated, and I heard the food is great, except we got there right when the kitchen closed. It was half empty, but the people that were there were very good looking. Like an ungrateful bastard, I kept looking around the bar while I had three girls sitting at the table with me. I'll just pretend it was my ADD.
I had two beers that were really good. I forgot the name, but it's what the bartender recommended instead of the Fat Tire I wanted but they didn't have. We chilled out for a while and then went to Tommy's for chili cheese fries.
Then I proceeded to fuck myself up.
After dropping everyone off MedSchool and SocialWorker off, ObligatedGirl and I decided we needed more to drink. So I downed three captain and cokes, while ObligatedGirl poured a shot of Captain into her 7-11 Slurpee. ObligatedGirl had to drive my car home, and then I barely made it back to my apartment alive.
I couldn't wake up for work the next morning. I drank 2 cups of water to try and rid the alcohol sickness out of my body. At 1:30PM I drove into work and spent about ten minutes in the lab before I had to go to the bathroom and puke up all the water I had drank earlier. I passed out in my office, then went back to the lab to see if anyone was there. Since it was Friday, everyone was long gone at 3:30PM. Then I passed out some more in my office and got up and drove home. I almost puked while I was driving through traffic on the 405. When I got home, I ran upstairs and puked up some yellow stuff in my toilet.
I was pretty worried about not being well enough to make Midnight Ridazz. I hoped that taking a nap would remedy my ailments. I woke up at 8PM, still felt sick, ate half a slice of bread and drank half a cup of water, puked that up, and went back to sleep. After looking forward to Midnight Ridazz for a whole month, I missed it because of alcohol. I hate alcohol. And I should have known better to drink beer first before drinking rum. I'm an idiot.
So I guess my streak is still alive, because I've never gone into work at 1:30PM, barfed, slept, then went home, barfed more, slept, barfed again, then slept. Although it seems like such a pathetic way to accomplish my goals. Hopefully today I'll be able to get out of my apartment and do something that doesn't involve barfing.