At long last, Becky (my roommate) and I have officially had our first really big fight! In true form, we made it as big and dramatic as possible without any actual fists flying. It's actually a pretty funny story, so here's the run-down:
A few Saturdays ago, Becky and I went with my new friend Jennie and her promoter to a great club called Marquee where we got to hang out in the VIP room and drink and shake our money-makers 'til the morning's wee hours. Anyway, throughout the night, the promoter (who SAID his name is "Jo-ELL," but I'm pretty sure is just Joel) was pouring us glasses of Cristal and shots of Patron all night, getting us not only WASTED, but rowdy/black-out drunk as well. :-)
After waaaaaaay too many drinks and the second blunt being passed around, I kindof lost part of the night in a cloud of smoke, so this middle part is what Becky and I pieced together the next morning/afternoon.
Well, after a few hours of drinking and dancing the night away, I guess Becky had been getting pretty cozy with some model named Bernie (HA! ...Bernie :-P) and I was wasted and ready to go home, so I went to get her, and she did the whole chick thing (that we all do) where you linger for a while and say your goodbyes for a few minutes. Apparently, she took too long and drunk/rowdy Kristina got pissed and somehow acted/spoke in a way that sparked a fight once the two of us made it out on the street.
At this point, my memory starts coming back, and I remember the two of us screaming and shouting at each other across the street from the club while we started the 20-some block walk home. I'm not sure EXACTLY what was said, but several "F*%K YOU"s, a few "I DON'T F#$KING NEED THIS SH*+!"s, and some "GO AHEAD, JUST WALK AWAY"s were thrown out there, while we were mere inches from each other's faces, moments away from throwing punches.
So as passing cabs came to complete stops in mid-traffic and all occupants were glued to the windows watching the fight of the century, I somehow tripped on a curb and (as usual) managed to hurt myself. (SHOCKER) And eventually, the anger overtook our better judgement of sticking together once we've started drinking, and I stormed off around the corner, fully intending to pack up all of my belongings when I got back to our apartment and find a friend to stay with.
Halfway up the block, however, through my drunken stupor, I realized that I had NO IDEA of what I was pissed about, so I came to a dramatic halt and realized what a mistake I'd made. Around the corner, Becky came to the same realization, and in true Hollywood fashion, we both turned around and pranced at top speed back to the corner where we reunited in a dramatic embrace.
Laughing, skipping, and swerving, we made our way arm-in-arm all the way back to the apartment laughing and talking about how silly we are and how much we truly like each other as both people and roommates.
Thus ended the biggest fight I've been in since moving here to New York. :-) Silly, no?
A few Saturdays ago, Becky and I went with my new friend Jennie and her promoter to a great club called Marquee where we got to hang out in the VIP room and drink and shake our money-makers 'til the morning's wee hours. Anyway, throughout the night, the promoter (who SAID his name is "Jo-ELL," but I'm pretty sure is just Joel) was pouring us glasses of Cristal and shots of Patron all night, getting us not only WASTED, but rowdy/black-out drunk as well. :-)
After waaaaaaay too many drinks and the second blunt being passed around, I kindof lost part of the night in a cloud of smoke, so this middle part is what Becky and I pieced together the next morning/afternoon.
Well, after a few hours of drinking and dancing the night away, I guess Becky had been getting pretty cozy with some model named Bernie (HA! ...Bernie :-P) and I was wasted and ready to go home, so I went to get her, and she did the whole chick thing (that we all do) where you linger for a while and say your goodbyes for a few minutes. Apparently, she took too long and drunk/rowdy Kristina got pissed and somehow acted/spoke in a way that sparked a fight once the two of us made it out on the street.
At this point, my memory starts coming back, and I remember the two of us screaming and shouting at each other across the street from the club while we started the 20-some block walk home. I'm not sure EXACTLY what was said, but several "F*%K YOU"s, a few "I DON'T F#$KING NEED THIS SH*+!"s, and some "GO AHEAD, JUST WALK AWAY"s were thrown out there, while we were mere inches from each other's faces, moments away from throwing punches.
So as passing cabs came to complete stops in mid-traffic and all occupants were glued to the windows watching the fight of the century, I somehow tripped on a curb and (as usual) managed to hurt myself. (SHOCKER) And eventually, the anger overtook our better judgement of sticking together once we've started drinking, and I stormed off around the corner, fully intending to pack up all of my belongings when I got back to our apartment and find a friend to stay with.
Halfway up the block, however, through my drunken stupor, I realized that I had NO IDEA of what I was pissed about, so I came to a dramatic halt and realized what a mistake I'd made. Around the corner, Becky came to the same realization, and in true Hollywood fashion, we both turned around and pranced at top speed back to the corner where we reunited in a dramatic embrace.
Laughing, skipping, and swerving, we made our way arm-in-arm all the way back to the apartment laughing and talking about how silly we are and how much we truly like each other as both people and roommates.
Thus ended the biggest fight I've been in since moving here to New York. :-) Silly, no?
posted by Kristina }|{ at 9:21 PM
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