... in his naughty place.

I didn't really dance much. Except kinda with this really drunk thirty-ish woman who came by to join us.


Let me start at the beginning.


Saturday night Ed calls me up and is all "come over to my dirty, dirty appartment" and I'm all "okay, but I don't have a car" and he's all "then I'll pick you up" and I'm all "ok" so we go to pick up Maria too and Jennifer Rapp Shows up with Carrie and Miss Boots so we all go to the admiral station to buy cancer while they search for batteries and Carrie is all "let's blast some tunes and dance the night away" and everyone is just like "let's fucking do it!" so we set up a jam box on the corner of Ashman and Main and danced while listening to the scissor sisters and we looked so cool that we attracted middle-aged drunken women from 101 who flirted with me and I cried a little.




From there we went to Ed's appartment, and drank, and played guitar hero, and then the youngest three left us, and some other friends of Ed's showed up. There was a gay-guy, Bryan, who was there with his hag who put him into a bad mood. He drove her home and then returned with pot and more alcohol. Maria and I partook of both (heavily, for me) and got what I have been told by Nakul Shankur is "crunk," or drunk and high at the same time... at once... simultaneously...


Maria starts to get kind of fucked up, she doesn't know the correct ratio of pot and alcohol, and started getting pissy because of it. This scores points for me with Bryan, as we bond over what a pain our hags can be. He is very straight-acting. He knows about cars. He works out and not just because he has the option to have sex in the gym. He wears t-shirts and jeans all the time with a nice leather jacket. I kind of like him. He's quiet and reserved but surprises you with funny every once in a while.


So we watch Saw. I died on the inside. I flirted with Bryan. I don't know if he got the picture.

8 am. I go home. I am locked out, even though I told Zach very specifically that I didn't have a key, because I had to give my key to him when I moved out and he lost his.

I'm still kind of stoned, so I opt not to knock on the door, instead I wait because I know that Chelsea will be coming home and she has a key. As I make this decision, I realize that as I was thinking my stoned body has already knocked.

Luckily my little brother answers. I raided the fridge and started a load of laundry. I went to bed feeling all warm and fuzzy and high.

Ten minutes later, my dad wakes me up and tells me it's time to leave. I get back to my dorm at about noon. I still feel warm and fuzzy, perhaps aided by the fact that A: my Grandfather made me a fantastic Carrot Cake that I ate for breakfast before leaving home, B: My roommates had switched the rooms around while I was gone, so I no longer had to deal with the accountant, and three: I found a roach in my pocket that I placed in the tip of a cigarette and smoked, so I came down gently from my buzz and slept until nine at night.




It was some really good pot, I'm still feeling the warm glow in my head and torso...


I kind of wish I had had sex with Bryan. There will be other oppurtunities.

I hope.