|There are no pictures that can properly capture the following story.
I took this one while lying on the grass at ACL because standing up was soo much of a struggle
So I was walking down the street on Sunday morning and I was probably still a little bit drunk from the night before and not quite on the struggle bus (where I would spend a very lengthy ride…) and discussing with my brother the fight he had somehow been a part of the night before.
“I don’t think I could ever be in a fight” I said. “I’m pretty sure I could never actually hit anyone.”
“You shouldn’t anyway,” he responded. “You should just go straight to dumping drinks on people’s heads.”
I stopped dead in the sidewalk. “FUCK! I think I actually did that last night!”
I did, in fact, pour a drink on someone’s head. When I found out later who it was (because I sure as hell didn’t remember), I decided that he probably deserved it (but I will admit to still being about 80% racked with guilt). I never knew I was that drink dumping girl. Then again, I learned a lot of new things at ACL this year….
When solicited by a man who’s sex tape I had seen part of earlier in the night and who I had spent an enjoyable amount of time dancing with at a gay bar, my text response was, “I would if I wasn’t so into passing out right now.” I make a terrible slut.
I learned not to be surprised if I arrive home from a gay bar (and very into passing out), take off my shirt and have it spill out with at least 15 condoms. Clearly others don’t realize what I terrible slut I am.
A lot of people cry after 3am.
Sometimes people do end up in random places across town like they do in bad (but hilarious) movies. I know this because I got a text the next morning saying, “I slept on the porch at a hostel. I’m not sure where I am.” I eventually found him.
“Vodka Vodka” (which some people like to pass off as a real drink) is probably the worst thing ever.
My brother and his friend may or may not have been roofied at the gay bar.
Texts that read, “sorry for partying! yea super hoho!” make total sense at 2am. The next morning they do not. I’m still unsure of it’s meaning but laugh every time I read it. My brother is sure it was deep wisdom.
Sunday was a struggle. I saw more of my friends couch than actual artists at ACL and my liver is still giving me the cold shoulder. Well played, ACL, well played.