imagoldfish

My god, what a night. be_elzebe and I hit up a Halloween party thrown by a girl she kinda knows (in the kinda biblical sense, even) on the northside. I wasn't feeling particularly creative, so I threw on my "I'm a drinker not a fighter" shirt, figuring it'd do for a costume. We roll in, and I rather immediately start feeling a mite uncomfortable (as I am wont to do in such situations) and decide that the best way to cope with this is to drink as much Jameson as I can as quickly as possible. Within minutes I was in what is known as top form, and honestly, most of the party is kind of a blur. I currently have a temporary tattoo of my college mascot on my bicep (I think we stuck those on right before the tequila shots). I distinctly remember informing a certain attractive someone that his lighter was in my pants and he should retrieve it with his teeth post-haste. I recall opening be_elzebe's beer with my teeth and feeling rather miffed that this didn't get me head from adoring impressed bystanders immediately. I recall wailing along to Tenacious D's Fuck Her Gently and being surprised that Pablo was the only other person in the room who seemed to know the words. I recall thinking that the hallway had seemed a lot less crooked when I first arrived. I recall be_elzebe attempting to pay for the bus with her American Express card. I recall passing out in be_elzebe's bed and realizing that I was wearing nothing but socks, boxers, fingerless gloves and a calculator watch, and thinking that I should totally text dunx to inform him of this, and then being unable to find my phone. Then I realized it was actually in my hand, but typing out all those words seemed awful difficult.
Yeah, it was a good night.
And for some incredible reason, I woke up at 8 am feeling chipper as hell and launched into Auerbach's Mimesis. I rule.