So last week when I went to this party I got very drunk off Jaeger Bombs with my buddy. I met some cool people and had a grand old time. It was odd because I didn’t want to drink that night and yet I did. A lot at that too. I spent $40 bucks on Jaeger shots at $2 a pop. And then there was the wine. Lots and lots of wine. Regardless of not wanting to drink I did drink and got very drunk as I have pointed out. I was a bit disappointed in myself that night, but we live to fight another day.

Last night I went and I said I would only, maybe have a few beers. I did and yet for some reason I just stood around and picked only really easy sets to open. I wasn’t making excuses about it, that’s the weird part. I just didn’t feel like opening anybody and yet I know this in itself is an excuse. I knew exactly what was happening and even at one point said to myself and catalyst, my wingman, that I was comfortable.

Who wants to be fucking comfortable when there are babes everywhere? Sometimes my mind just wins out and I sit there and lose. I get frustrated when this happens especially when I tell myself that I need to pull out and get the job done. All day I psyche myself up to do the job and meet women. Anyone who has known me at all for any length of time knows I surround myself with beautiful women. I know I am a good looking guy and yet in my head some wires are fizzling and shorting out.