the return of marolina

My friend Caleb named my alternate ego Marolina years ago. The following is Marolina's account of this weekend. Don't look at me. I don't know what the fuck happened.

One Halloween years ago, Chuck and I went out to Halo. You know... I want to say it was Halloween, but I was so messed up back then, it might not have been. I'd thrown on my gold silk halter BCBG formal dress and a pair of elbow-length white gloves and curled my hair. I guess I was supposed to be a latina Marilyn Monroe? Dude, I don't know. I was a disaster back then. Caleb (a bartender at Halo at the time) took one look at me and named me Marolina. The name stuck. Now whenever I'm a disaster, I blame it on Marolina.

By Friday, I was so over the work week all I wanted to do was go home and sleep. Earlier in the week papa R had invited me out to hang with he and his soccer buddies. They are a good group of people, so when mama C called, I asked her if she was going even though she was hungover from the night before. When she said yes, I said "count me in" and waited for them to pick me up.

We drove over to El Taco at around 9 (i think). I walked in and saw my old co-worker, Schmoel. Schmoel tells me he lost his job and is wasted. I kinda laugh at him and laugh at mama C. You crazy kids! One hungover, the other one wasted! So funny! I order a frozen mojito.
Then I order another.
And another.
And another.
And another.
$50 or so dollars later, I remember thinking "whoa these people are all wasted and slurring", when really...it was my mind slurring their words. Oh good God.
At some point, mama C leaves. Bye mama C. I think my maturity left with her.
So we walk from El Taco to Fontaines. This isn't a short walk, but when you're wasted, it feels like a couple of steps.
So we find some seats at Fontaines and apparently I order more drinks. I take some pictures. I begin to panic when I go to pull out my card to order more drinks and can't find the card. Next thing I remember, I'm walking home from Fontaines. Barefoot. Somewhere along the walk I decide I can't stand my feet and proceed to walk barefoot.
Genius.
Ugh.
To Be Continued.....