Today was my first day of being 21 that was hangover free. It was kinda nice. So, of course, I went to an Irish pub near campus and had a few before going home.
Tonight we went to The Cheetah. Unfortunately, Ronnie's ID is expired so they turned him away at the door.
So instead we went to Ten High for Heavy Metal Karaoke Night. It was awesome. The highlights of the night were a random jam on "We Got The Funk" and "Just What I Needed."
While we were at the bar, my roommate aquired the end of my life, also known as Halo II. Yipes! I've yet to play it; tomorrow will be the day.
And now, I'm pretty drunk and going to sleep.
Update! I had a really odd dream last night that I thought I'd share. In my dream, a bunch of us decided to go to The Clairemont Lounge. For those of you not familiar with Atlanta, this is a strip joint known for its... interesting dancers. Anyway, so we went to the Clairemont, and it was a dive. When one of the dancers took the stage, the employees started throwing full bottles of beer intot he crowd. I tried to catch one, then another, and missed. On the third try I got one. At this point I decided to join the rest of my friends and get the hell away from hurled blunt objects and broken glass. Next to the bathroom, A guy asked me what kind of beer I was drinking.
"St. Pauli," I replied.
"Thanks," he said, and grabbed my beer. Naturally, I took it back. Dude took offense to this threatened to cut me with a large spike that was in place of his right hand. I grabbed his spike, jammed it far into the door, and took off.
At about this point I was woken up by my alarm. Weird, huh?
Tonight we went to The Cheetah. Unfortunately, Ronnie's ID is expired so they turned him away at the door.
So instead we went to Ten High for Heavy Metal Karaoke Night. It was awesome. The highlights of the night were a random jam on "We Got The Funk" and "Just What I Needed."
While we were at the bar, my roommate aquired the end of my life, also known as Halo II. Yipes! I've yet to play it; tomorrow will be the day.
And now, I'm pretty drunk and going to sleep.
Update! I had a really odd dream last night that I thought I'd share. In my dream, a bunch of us decided to go to The Clairemont Lounge. For those of you not familiar with Atlanta, this is a strip joint known for its... interesting dancers. Anyway, so we went to the Clairemont, and it was a dive. When one of the dancers took the stage, the employees started throwing full bottles of beer intot he crowd. I tried to catch one, then another, and missed. On the third try I got one. At this point I decided to join the rest of my friends and get the hell away from hurled blunt objects and broken glass. Next to the bathroom, A guy asked me what kind of beer I was drinking.
"St. Pauli," I replied.
"Thanks," he said, and grabbed my beer. Naturally, I took it back. Dude took offense to this threatened to cut me with a large spike that was in place of his right hand. I grabbed his spike, jammed it far into the door, and took off.
At about this point I was woken up by my alarm. Weird, huh?
tygertyger:
Holy shit, dude. I was skimming at first and missed the bit about that being a dream. 
maximillian:
Yeah, I know exactly what you mean.