aster

the molestics were smokin' hot on thursday night! but goodness, the going-away party...i wish i'd gotten a photo of sheri dancing with the Molestics guy on stage while his band played on in the background. it was definitely a moment of drunken glory.

"did i really do that?" she asked me later. "how did i get up on the stage? i seriously don't remember that. you better not be lying to me."

"i swear i'm telling you the truth. i think you were screaming, 'i LOOOOOVE youuuuu!!!' then he helped you up on stage."

"oh no! how backstreet boys!" she moaned.

"no, it was fantastic!"

it was around 3 when we carried sheri out of the bar, into a cab, and over to my place. we had some trouble getting a cab. "you don't need a cab, you need a hospital!!" sneered one driver before roaring away. "everyone hates me!" moaned sheri, "i'm gonna die!" Molestics guy stood by with a look of bemusement and concern. eventually, some of us got her to my apartment, where in the tussle to move her to a comfortable spot, i fell flat on my face and broke my glasses. i think i was a bit drunk myself, since near the end, i was trying to avert disaster by drinking sheri's drinks for her when she wasn't looking.

she was feeling better at 6 last night. after being grumpy about things all day, i couldn't stay mad anymore. i slipped into full mother-hen mode and made a "hangover dinner" of tomato soup and bread for both of us. we listened to "Do You Really Want to Hurt Me" while she wrote a letter to her dad explaining why she was essentially running away. she left on a bus for New York at midnight.