remembrance of things lost (while under the influence)

"I'll be fine as long as I stop drinking at 9." I did stop early. I even stopped before 9 pm. But boy, was I kidding myself.

I turned into a drunken idiot again last night and I'm really pissed at myself right now. So in the spirit of further beating myself up, here's a list of personal items I've lost or had been stolen because I was too fucking drunk to notice:

1. 30 gig iPod (10/6/2006)
2. pair of Nike Shox - don't ask how (10/6/2006)
3. beige teflon-coated trench coat (10/6/2006)
4. motorola Q (7/2006)
5. iPod mini (4/2006)
6. Olympus digital camera (4/2006)
7. motorola Razr (6/2005)
8. Burberry scarves (2004 & 2005)
9. Siemens Slider phone - rare Euro import (8/2004)
10. wallet (2/2003)
11. my green card!!! (2/2003)
12. $120 in cash (2/2003)
13. umbrellas (5 since 2002)
14. apartment keys (too many times)
15. my cherry (6/1997) -- well, if being drunk with lust counts, then yes! David Tuohey is one sexy friskyfucker!

I'll add more to this list as I remember.

About last night: The whole thing started quite innocently with zero plans of getting wasted. My new team planned a nice lunch at Battery Gardens. I had left the office with my co-worker, HG, to join the rest of the group who were already in the restaurant. There were bellinis waiting for us as soon as we were seated. Not long after we each took our first sip, we hear "red or white?" The drinks were compliments of the owner, who is well-acquainted with my meeting planning team.

Our team leader, SG, shows up right before they serve the entrees. "AG said I could buy the team a whole round after lunch." How terribly responsible of him to ask for our D/TL's permission to get us drunk even more.

"Jack and ginger, please." Damn it--I should have held back. Should have stuck with the wine, but no--Frisky HAD to show off.

Frisky backfired.

My plan was to go back to the apt. right after lunch so I could freshen up before meeting up with AC, MZ, & DE to see our friend, Ronnie "The Real Deal" Khalil, perform at the Laugh Factory. I even took my gym shoes with me because I really was expecting to drop them off.

"Jameson. Neat."

Yep--times two (or three). So after the bellini, 3 glasses of chardonnay, and my J&G, I ended up at Grace with HG, her ex and her BF. I'm still trying to remember the rest of the evening.

I woke up in bed at 2:42 am having no clue how the hell I got home. No jacket. No iPod. Wallet, cash and phone intact. No idea how or where I had left my sneakers, either.

Don't even care at this point. I deserve this for being so irresponsible. I was told to have left Grace at 7:30 pm, but I didn't make it to the show. Shit. I can't believe I flaked on my girls. They were looking forward to hanging out at Escuelita after the show. I'm so in the doghouse.

Not a big fan of Frisky right now. This is so pathetic. I should have known better.