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Have I ever "partied" all weekend before? I doubt it... maybe I did at some point in the far past, but I never did much partying.

I should back up and explain 1) definition of "partying," 2) my weekend.

1. Uhh, well getting inebriated, and being around other people and hanging out, doing stuff, dancing, singing, and/or having sex. DIDN'T have sex, no, but did most of the other things. No dancing, but rollerskating.

2. So I went to brokenbeatnik's thing Friday, like I said. Had a lil vodka, chatted, went home... I told him I'd come by his "real" birthday Sunday, but also figured out be out of steam by them due to partying (no more ironic quote-marks) on Saturday night, since it was Ryan boy's bday night, and early-early work hours.

Saturday- decided to finally use my Membership Privileges at the Japanese Garden to go early, although I barely made it in before the "commoners" (okay, I lied- sue me) at 9:30, hung around and it was beautiful as usual... couldn't escape my slight vodka headache all day, though, so made the course of action to get high on Saturday evening to fight headache.
First toke, I scorched the shit out of my throat, so I barely had any more. I decided to then drink brew in a (you would think) bad attempt to fight-hangover-with-booze, and to cool my throat (it was REALLY bad), and I was lucky enough to 1) be kinda high and drunk 2) not driving to forementioned party. I could tell I was a bit high when I laughed at something stupid, and the car occupants asked me what was funny, and I actually said the dumb shit on my mind ("Wouldn't it be cool if they changed that bank's sign from "Bank of America" to "Boner of America?" Yes, I fell over laughing.)
So we were going ROLLERSKATING, and I had some vodka and more grass, and someone said it was a short walk away, so we ended up walking about 15 blocks and through 90 miles of woods to get there. At this point, I was actually in this state where I almost sorta wondered if I was in a dream... because that's the kinda dumb stuff you do in dreams, right? Well, sometimes in reality, too.
So we went skating. It was opined by everyone that 1) the kids there made us feel/ look old, 2) the girls were dressing like tramps for their age. I guess they were junior high kids.... anyway, the evening was a success to me because I did not fall once. Now, I couldn't move very well. At all. Very CLOSE to falling down... but I didn't. I stumbled around erect. Anyway, so we then left and hung out a bit more, and I went home early since my ride was going to class (yes, college class) early on Sunday, and I was going to work, of course, at 6 a.m.

Sunday- So I worked, and figured I'd make a token 2-hour visit to brokenbeatnik's Party The Second, since "I'd definitely be too tired" to do anything.
Well, kinda ended up drinking all day and night. We were at Rogue Brewery (I discussed all the lousy facts I know about Afghanistan and Iraq to a nice lady), then Lowbrow Cafe (the bartender heard us doing Beastie Boys snaps, and proceeded to put them on the speakers for a good hour- I'd say bankerboy and I know about 95% of the words, due to checkered pasts), then at Devil's Point. Yes, my second strip club visit ever... and it was great cuz it was stripparaoke! I got to sing "Willin'" by Little Feat and "Alison" by Elvis Costello. bankerboy did "White Wedding" (waaaaaaaaooow!!), brokenbeatnik did a couple things I yelled along with, but damn I can't remember what, and some great stripper lady did "Don't Stop Believin'"... and some lady did "Bette Davis Eyes," which I might've yelled worst and loudest. It is on my 80s mixes, after all. Got home at midnight, and was on worksite at 6:15.

So I'm not doin much tonight but jeez, I can't complain. Thanks brokenbeatnik, and thank your friend Chuck for the drinks he got me, and whoever got the corndogs, and thank bankerboy and the secret Louisianan for carting my intoxicated ass around. Hope yall had funn at Dante's.