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I had a dream I was a ninja man's sidekick.



In other news: OW!

Big fucking OW. I got so zooed last night. After going to 3 or 4 bars and having almost nothing to drink, we took the party to The Man Bar aka Nathan's basement.

They played pool, we all talked, we searched for mixers to go with the 20 or so bottles of alcohol in front of us. Dustin and I drank the better part of a bottle of Jager without much help. Some drunken person started pouring shots of death rum. This is where it gets really fuzzy. I call it death rum because it's 160 proof Austrian rum that smells and tastes a lot like you'd expect death to. I took shots of it last night. Multiple shots. We all did. I kicked my own ass trying to walk up the stairs. I think I was trying to ram my face into just about everything. My elbow has no skin on it and it burns.

Also, I'd like to add that it's really great when all the gay boys are telling me that my little man-friend is totally hot. It's even nice to hear that while his choice in clothing is absolutely awful, my taste in boys is far from. However, telling me he's cute is okay. I'll double check with him, but I think that trying to get him to go to bed with you is not.

It appears that while I was somewhere other than the basement, possibly peeing for the 42nd time, or going spastic over Dustin's collection of old Madonna records, or maybe even falling UP the stairs-the poor boy was working on being seduced. I think it's kind of cute and incredibly amusing, but he may be scarred. I'll have to keep reminding him that we were all incredibly drunk

I almost feel bad. He hasn't really spent much time at all around gay males, but I'm trying to change that. Hopefully this won't make it harder for me to do so.



Marlana's smart. She got off easy. She managed to have a few beers and then go pass out in Nathan's bed. Tonight's plan: Learn to be as smart as Marlana.


I forgot to add that when I first woke up and ran to the bathroom this morning, I totally fell in the toilet. My early morning drunkenness and their boy-house habits combined and left me with toilet water soaked jeans. I wanted to cry. Instead I went and laid back down, completely soaked my hoodie-which was under me for some awful reason, woke up a bit later and then almost cried again when I realized that I was wet. With toilet water. So I made that cute guy wake up so that he could take me back to his place and I could shower and wash my clothes. I had to walk out to the car carrying my soaking wet hoodie and being cold. I still wanted to cry.