aquarians rock, drunks do not.

5 Comments » // January 10th, 2009

So I went out last night to Ruby Skye to see Annie from the HoopGirl Allstars perform.  The night was a little odd, but I definitely had a realization that I needed to have.  I am super distractible.  A little bit in an A.D.D. sort of way, but not diagnosable.  Example:

Last night, after waiting in line for 30 minutes to get in, I realized that I forgot my ID about 10 minutes before we got to the front of the line.  We were in SF and we live in the East Bay, so there was no way we could run home and get it.  I felt awful because I was with my boyfriend and his cousin and we were supposed to take Annie home after her performance, so it’s not like we could just bail out on the evening.  I *had* to get in.

I spent about 5 minutes beating myself up and feeling guilty (I’m like an expert at that, and no I am not Catholic or Jewish) because I was so stupid to forget something so important.  This is when I had my realization…I absolutely need to make a resolution to be more focused at certain times…especially when getting ready for something.  The reason I forgot my ID is because I was distracted talking to the boys while I was switching stuff from my bag to my hip belt (similar to this rockin’ one)…I took out my ID from my wallet, arranged my money situation and then proceeded to leave my ID on the counter.  Yeah, dumb.

So obviously, I cannot multi-task.  Like at all.  I really cannot carry on a conversation with someone and be able to fully do anything else well.  Like if I am driving, I will sometimes take a wrong turn on a route I know well if someone else is in the car talking to me.  Or just if my boyfriend starts talking to me and I am on the computer, I don’t hear him.  Or I do hear him, but it’s about one minute later…then it finally registers in my brain.  So he has to sort of check if my brain is available before he starts talking to me.  The worst though is when I am rushing out the door and someone is talking to me or waiting for me…like last night…it never fails, I will forget something.  Unless our conversation is about what I have to bring.  And even then, I probably still will.

So yeah, I am Little Miss Scatterbrain, Air Sign, Blondie, whatever…but I am realizing it and going to try to allow myself to work on one thing at a time and just focus.

Oh so back to last night…after spending 5 minutes feeling guilty, I spent the next 5 minutes racking my brain for something I could say to the bouncer to let me in.  We were on the guest list as friends of Annie so I knew that could help.  I was hoping he would just feel bad for me being so spacey and just let me in out of pity…although the bouncers there are notoriously *not lenient*.  So we got up there and he was pretty much instantly telling me there was no way he was going to let me in without an ID.  I gave him the puppy dog eyes, told him I was a friend of Annie’s and I was her ride home, apologized for being so dumb, etc.  It wasn’t gonna happen.  In a last ditch effort I spouted out my birth date…1/22/76.  I said “I’m gonna be 33 in less than two weeks, why would I lie about being so old?.  If I was going to lie about being over 21, I would probably say I was like 25″.  That caught his attention…he then asked for my boyfriend’s and his cousin’s IDs…it helped that they were both born in 1976 too…I said “We are all Bicentennial Babies“!  That helped too.  The he asked me what sign I was…I said I was an Aquarius…and he said he was too.  Turns out his birthday is the day after mine…so yeah, he let me in because we are both Aquarians, and Aquarians everywhere must unite.  Or something like that.

I was stoked to have gotten in and vowed that I would work on this “distracted so easily thing” so as to not completely ruin the lives of others around me…or at least not annoy the hell out of them.

We had a nice time at the club until I realized that there were a lot of people that were out-of-control drunk there…like puking on the dance floor, grabbing my T & A, falling all over themselves drunk.  I was getting annoyed and over it, so I decided to dance my worries away.  I was dancing my heart out and enjoying dancing without a hoop for the first time in a while when I felt something wet splash all over me.  I looked up to the balcony to see what was up and didn’t see anyone throwing their drinks or anything.  I could not figure out what happened for a bit….then came the smell.  Yes people, I was PUKED on.  As were my boyfriend, his cousin and some other guy.  Some asshat got so out-of-control drunk, that he vomited over the balcony onto people below…classy guy.  Needless to say I was traumatized and ran to the bathroom to try to clean myself up…we had to stay for another hour so we could take Annie home, so I had to do something.  It was everywhere, I won’t go into details, but it wasn’t pretty.

I hate drunks.  I love Aquarians.  I vow to be more focused.