By the seat of my pants

Last Saturday I woke up and was so tired that I said outloud to myself "there's no way I'm doing anything tonight". But for some reason, after finishing work that afternoon I was in the mood to get trashy. Perhaps it was all the annoying customers. Or maybe the 4 hours of boredom I had just gone through. Anyway, I called Heather...

Heather: Hello?
Me: Hey bitch, where are u?
H: Hey, at home
Me: What are you doing tonight?
H: Nothing
Me: K, we're going out. I'm coming over.
H: Uhhh, ok. Where are we going?
Me: I dont know. Somewhere. And we're getting messed up.
H: Ok, sounds good.
Me: I'll be over at 7

I rolled over to Heather's at around 8 (fashionably late) with some heart starters in hand. You see, Dad recently went to Melbourne and brought me back some alcoholic beverages, so I brought some over to get things going - Butterscotch Schnapps on ice. Evil. The goal was to jump on the 8:30 train to Central, but we lost track of time and were too busy drinking that we didn't end up getting into the city until 10:30. Still not knowing what the plan was, we got off at Town Hall and started walking, automatically toward the harbour...

H: I'm hungry
Me: Me too
H: There's a Macca's down there (pointing down to Park)

By 11:30 Heather and I fed and (finally) ready to get our cocktail on. Out butterscotch buzz was starting to fade so we had to move fast. Still hadn't decided where were going to do this but ended up at Docks... of all places. What the hay, there was alcohol and music.

When Docks turned gay(er) it was already late and we had missed the last train back to suburbia. Night Ride here we come.

I got a couple of hours of sleep before my Father called me to say he was out the front of Heathers to pick me up, so i rolled out of bed, didn't even look in a mirror, slid into the Spyder and fell asleep. Good times. I've decided I'm gonna fly by the seat of my pants more often.