Well I for one had a productive weekend.
Friday was my friend Kyle's birthday, so naturally we threw him a huge ass party.
It was fucking great; almost everyone showed up.
There wasn't any terrible drama at the party. The only thing that happened was that Vladdic almost got into a fight, but luckily we diffused it quickly. I think he had some other crazy shit happen to him as well, but ya'll should check his journal to find out because I don't really know what happened.
The best thing was that even though there was no drama, I still got to play the drunken asshole part I hold so dear. This guy was hitting on my friend Alison, but I instituted a series of masterful cockblocks that I was sure would shut him down. But this guy was so fucked up, he just kept at it all night. So basically I got to cockblock this guy about 17 times. It was awesome.
Kyle ALMOST got to have a threesome for his birthday with these two random girls who were there. But alas, his roommate is a douche and he locked his bathroom, leaving the only functioning bathroom in the apartment in Kyle's room. They kept getting interupted and I guess eventually the mood wore off.
I didn't do too badly myself. I met this awesome girl at the party who, as luck would have it, lives right downstairs from me. I think I'm going to try to go to the Every Time I Die show with her on Monday.
I could have opted to get with this super slutty girl who was there (this would be the girl whom Vladdic mentioned in his journal a few weeks back; the girl with the army guys and the video camera). But, you know, sometimes it's just TOO easy. I stayed the hell away.
. At one point she and this other girl started talking about how they should make out. She then turned around to Vladdic and I and said "We will make out if you two make out." But, much to velocity's chagrin, we did not do it. But of course the slutty girl and her friend made out anyway, and there is never anything wrong with that.
Vanuslux and katfireblade showed up. It was good to meet them. I hope you two had a good time and weren't too weirded out by all the antics.
Anyway, so I passed out around 6:30. At noon, Alison comes and wakes me up to say goodbye, and I find myself incapable oof sleeping any longer. There was only one problem with this; I was still falling down drunk. In fact, I was drunk until about 4:00pm yesterday afternoon. And then, instantaneously, I stopped being drunk and started being hung over. It was no fun at all.
I had promised my ex that I would go and see the musical she was in, so I drove to Alpharetta last night. Unfortunately, this musical happened to be The Sound Of Music. I fucking HATE The Sound Of Music. The worst part was the beginning when the Captain calls his children with a whistle. That whistle did not agree with my hangover headache one bit. *shudders*
Anyway, after I got through with the play I went to the hotel Alison was staying at to visit her some more. She goes to Tennessee so I don't get to see her very often. I ended up just staying at the hotel because I was too tired to drive back downtown. She and this guy Jeremy and I just hung out all night.
At one point Ali and I are talking about the party, and this fuzzy half memory crawls to the surface of my brain.
"Hey Ali, did I kiss you last ngiht?"
"Yeah."
"I thought so."
"Yeah, we kissed like three times. The first one was a peck to get that guy away from me. Then there was one in the kitchen. And then in the living room we kissed, and it started out as a peck but then turned into something more."
At this point I am fucking flabbergasted. This girl is a really good friend of mine, and we have been flirting for years. I used to have a crush on her. And finally, Friday night, I come incredibly close to actually making out with her, and I DON"T EVEN FUCKING REMEMBER IT. Not one damn bit. I cannot explain how pissed off I am that
1. I don't remember kissing her except for a peck for emphasis in a cockblock
2. I was too god damn drunk (or something) to take advantage of the situation and take her back to my place.
And, of course, I couldn't rectify the situation last night because that Jeremy kid was there too.
Gah!
The only good thing about this is that, now that the ice is broken, I can just say "Hey, lets make out" and I know it won't be a big deal.
But fucking christ! I just can't catch a break.
Friday was my friend Kyle's birthday, so naturally we threw him a huge ass party.
It was fucking great; almost everyone showed up.
There wasn't any terrible drama at the party. The only thing that happened was that Vladdic almost got into a fight, but luckily we diffused it quickly. I think he had some other crazy shit happen to him as well, but ya'll should check his journal to find out because I don't really know what happened.
The best thing was that even though there was no drama, I still got to play the drunken asshole part I hold so dear. This guy was hitting on my friend Alison, but I instituted a series of masterful cockblocks that I was sure would shut him down. But this guy was so fucked up, he just kept at it all night. So basically I got to cockblock this guy about 17 times. It was awesome.
Kyle ALMOST got to have a threesome for his birthday with these two random girls who were there. But alas, his roommate is a douche and he locked his bathroom, leaving the only functioning bathroom in the apartment in Kyle's room. They kept getting interupted and I guess eventually the mood wore off.
I didn't do too badly myself. I met this awesome girl at the party who, as luck would have it, lives right downstairs from me. I think I'm going to try to go to the Every Time I Die show with her on Monday.
I could have opted to get with this super slutty girl who was there (this would be the girl whom Vladdic mentioned in his journal a few weeks back; the girl with the army guys and the video camera). But, you know, sometimes it's just TOO easy. I stayed the hell away.
. At one point she and this other girl started talking about how they should make out. She then turned around to Vladdic and I and said "We will make out if you two make out." But, much to velocity's chagrin, we did not do it. But of course the slutty girl and her friend made out anyway, and there is never anything wrong with that.
Vanuslux and katfireblade showed up. It was good to meet them. I hope you two had a good time and weren't too weirded out by all the antics.
Anyway, so I passed out around 6:30. At noon, Alison comes and wakes me up to say goodbye, and I find myself incapable oof sleeping any longer. There was only one problem with this; I was still falling down drunk. In fact, I was drunk until about 4:00pm yesterday afternoon. And then, instantaneously, I stopped being drunk and started being hung over. It was no fun at all.
I had promised my ex that I would go and see the musical she was in, so I drove to Alpharetta last night. Unfortunately, this musical happened to be The Sound Of Music. I fucking HATE The Sound Of Music. The worst part was the beginning when the Captain calls his children with a whistle. That whistle did not agree with my hangover headache one bit. *shudders*
Anyway, after I got through with the play I went to the hotel Alison was staying at to visit her some more. She goes to Tennessee so I don't get to see her very often. I ended up just staying at the hotel because I was too tired to drive back downtown. She and this guy Jeremy and I just hung out all night.
At one point Ali and I are talking about the party, and this fuzzy half memory crawls to the surface of my brain.
"Hey Ali, did I kiss you last ngiht?"
"Yeah."
"I thought so."
"Yeah, we kissed like three times. The first one was a peck to get that guy away from me. Then there was one in the kitchen. And then in the living room we kissed, and it started out as a peck but then turned into something more."
At this point I am fucking flabbergasted. This girl is a really good friend of mine, and we have been flirting for years. I used to have a crush on her. And finally, Friday night, I come incredibly close to actually making out with her, and I DON"T EVEN FUCKING REMEMBER IT. Not one damn bit. I cannot explain how pissed off I am that
1. I don't remember kissing her except for a peck for emphasis in a cockblock
2. I was too god damn drunk (or something) to take advantage of the situation and take her back to my place.
And, of course, I couldn't rectify the situation last night because that Jeremy kid was there too.
Gah!
The only good thing about this is that, now that the ice is broken, I can just say "Hey, lets make out" and I know it won't be a big deal.
But fucking christ! I just can't catch a break.
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i shall go.
i'll take the next day off and get obnoxiously fighting drunk. so long as you promise to get me out of jail if the bail is less than 500 bucks.
**i wont pull a knife.
[Edited on Mar 29, 2004 3:13PM]