The bartender asked if we were dating the pitcher- not the
fucking stud athlete in tight pants you idiots…
The five-dollar pitcher of Mic-Ultra.
After a short laugh I proceeded to whisper “Fuck off, I’m no
cheap drunk... or date.”
Although I was silently thinking about how I prefer a Kings
large pepperoni pizza to near everything and if you use the two-dollar coupon
on the back of the Food Lion receipt, it only costs $13.99…
Around 12:10 AM, my ex-athlete roommates and I proceeded to
chug the remainder of that low calorie beer straight from the pitcher- drowning
our selves in the definition of “unclassy.”
I fell asleep assuring myself that I wasn’t a cheap drunk. Woke up at 9am with NARP status on my mind and agenda.
- I drank coffee
- Unpacked my bag from my last basketball tournament... ever.
- Ate three pieces of left over Valentine’s Day chocolates-threw the rest away after realizing I had to remove candy from my new NARP diet
- Removed all “basketball clothing” from my closet- packed it in a bag labeled “Goodbye Skinny Days”
- Laid in bed until 1:00pm
- Made beef tacos for lunch- ate three
- Fell asleep to Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollows
- Drooled. Everywhere.
- Wrote this blog
In my near future I am envisioning a large King’s pepperoni
pizza around 7pm and complimenting the dinner with watching Once Upon Time at 8pm
I’m struggling a bit, but I think I can get use to this.
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