Trouble!

Yesterday my best buddy Joey got a random email from his friend Eunicia who none of us have talked to for at least 3-4 years, she had basically dropped off the face of the earth. Apparently she is back in town and will be out and about for pride weekend on Saturday night. Now a little background on Eunicia, back in what is now known as the wild and wooly days her and Joey were co-workers. Every weekend she would come and stay at our house and her and Joey would go clubbing, usually at 1015, or sometimes we’d go hang out at 711 club, a little bar that was on Market St. Usually there was some crazy incident with Eunicia where she passed out somewhere or Joey got lost or some drama. The one time I went out alone with Eunicia I was in a car wreck and woke up on a sailboat, that’s just the kind of stuff that happens when you go out with Eunicia. It started out as an innocent night, we were just gonna go to the Marina and have a few drinks at this bar where Eunicia knew the doorman. Next thing you know she is telling these guys that ask if they can share our table that it’s gonna cost them Jager shots all night, surprisingly they agreed. The night gets a bit hazy after that but I do know that after the bar closed we were gonna go drink at someone’s house, on the way, the car drove up on the curb and the airbags deployed so we drove the rest of the way (which was like 2 blocks) with the danged airbags out. Turns out the house we were going to was in fact a boat, and we had a few more drinks there and I went to sleep in one of the bunks. When I woke up I just felt rocking and for a minute I forgot where I was and was afraid to open my eyes because I thought the rocking must be a sign of a BAD hangover, turns out the rocking was just because I WAS ON A BOAT IN THE OCEAN! I woke Eunicia up and we went to open the hatch, praying that we were still docked and then got the hell off that boat! So yep I’m wary of hanging with Eunicia on Sat. night, unless of course she’s calmed down, but somehow I doubt that.