I lost my will-power last night and got smash-faced...

Poor Evan had to listen to me laugh my ass off, while I sat in the living room listening to Phone on the Cob, and drinking gin and tonic. I discovered that I suck ass at making those, and every sip I took I wanted to die... So I switched it up. I made some Tropical Punch Kool-aid, and mixed it with that... then my night went smoother.

After a while Evan joined in the fun, and we did shots of Gin, while listening to Elton John, and Wu-Tang. It was suprisingly a pleasent mixture of classic songs and vulgar hip-hop.

Then we began the walk down to meet up with his girl and her friend. I ranted and swore and gave my stupid theories on everything. Evan mostly just nodded and smiled politely, and would hit me with the occassional "oh dan" or "fuck yea".

So we got there finally, and then we walked to mod night. Mod night was the same as it always is... same people, same songs, and of coarse... me drunker than I should be. I did manage to leave early and catch a cab home, which was good, because I actually made it in to work today.