Well, I proved the other day that I can't be counted on. That sucks. I try to be honest most of the time and I usually make every effort to keep my word. In fact, if someone invites me somewhere, or has a show, or wants me to do something with/for them, I NEVER say "yes, I will", I NEVER give my word, unless I know 95-100% that I will pull it off. But I guess Monday was a day made for breaking my word.
I didn't help a girl with accounting for a big test we were supposed to have on Tuesday.
I didn't go to Canadian Idol tryouts with my friend (who's back there today doing the real audition in front of the real judges.)
I didn't meet Ling and his String at my place around 6 or 7. But to be fair, I didn't give my word on this one, KC did.
Instead, I found my ID, ran some errands, and got loaded at Charlie's.
When I woke up Sunday and realized my ID wasn't in my wallet or purse, I got a little worried. Then I remembered that Laura and I had stuffed our ID's in our socks, so if we got stopped by the cops on the way home, breaking curfew and all, we wouldn't have ID and they wouldn't know who we were. Shit. I was all over the place the night before. There's no way my ID is still in my sock. Monday morning, I found it. I picked up my practically shredded tights and there was that little piece of plastic, down by the foot.
I didn't feel like spending the night at the Metro Centre Sunday night, so I arranged to call Andrew on a cell phone Monday morning. I slept in, and when I called I couldn't get ahold of him. The phone had run out of juice. Even though I felt bad about not being there, he apologized to me yesterday. He didn't know his phone was dead until it was too late, and didn't try another way of getting ahold of me.
After getting things finally straightened out for KC's student loan, we stopped at Charlie's to have a few. We were supposed to be home by six or seven to meet a friend. It was only four something, so we had time. Got into some very interesting conversations with miss Claudette. We were all having such a great time, and we were already too late for Brian, so we drank a little more, and then brought her home for dinner. KC's a pretty good cook, even when he's drunk...
I didn't help a girl with accounting for a big test we were supposed to have on Tuesday.
I didn't go to Canadian Idol tryouts with my friend (who's back there today doing the real audition in front of the real judges.)
I didn't meet Ling and his String at my place around 6 or 7. But to be fair, I didn't give my word on this one, KC did.
Instead, I found my ID, ran some errands, and got loaded at Charlie's.
When I woke up Sunday and realized my ID wasn't in my wallet or purse, I got a little worried. Then I remembered that Laura and I had stuffed our ID's in our socks, so if we got stopped by the cops on the way home, breaking curfew and all, we wouldn't have ID and they wouldn't know who we were. Shit. I was all over the place the night before. There's no way my ID is still in my sock. Monday morning, I found it. I picked up my practically shredded tights and there was that little piece of plastic, down by the foot.
I didn't feel like spending the night at the Metro Centre Sunday night, so I arranged to call Andrew on a cell phone Monday morning. I slept in, and when I called I couldn't get ahold of him. The phone had run out of juice. Even though I felt bad about not being there, he apologized to me yesterday. He didn't know his phone was dead until it was too late, and didn't try another way of getting ahold of me.
After getting things finally straightened out for KC's student loan, we stopped at Charlie's to have a few. We were supposed to be home by six or seven to meet a friend. It was only four something, so we had time. Got into some very interesting conversations with miss Claudette. We were all having such a great time, and we were already too late for Brian, so we drank a little more, and then brought her home for dinner. KC's a pretty good cook, even when he's drunk...
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