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Wow, what a weekend. Friday night I had Richard, Andrew F.(they're sort of not pissed at each other anymore, or, something), Andrew B. Corry, Zach, and Garrett A. over. If life gives you lemons, you should make lemonade, and try to find someone who's life's giving them vodka, and have a party. And that's exactly what we did. Zach came back with Corry, stoned and drunk, puking in my yard, and then came in and passed out on the couch. We, of course, did numerous things to him(none of which were homosexual in any way). We just talked and laughed and joked night long. Next day was better though. Ended up being just me, Corry, and Garrett A. We nearly finished off a half gallon of vodka. Needless to say, we were totally wasted. We started off just talking in the kitchen, and we all ended up laid out on the floor. That's when I spilt some vodka and proceeded to lick it up off the floor. I decided since I probably wouldn't get another chance like this for a while, that I really go all out. I drank a lot. I drank until I got drunk, and then I drank some more. By the time I hit the floor, I was seeing double. I went upstairs, got in bed, puked all over the floor, and passed out. I spent all today cleaning up that shit. Went to Food Lion for some carpet cleaner, and while we're in line, Garrett asked me if it gets out throw up, and I was like, well, it says food, close enough, and he goes, but that's regurgitated food, and the woman at the cash register started laughing, and when I got up there to pay for it, she just looked at me and laughed again. She knew exactly why we were buying that shit. Cleaining it up was HORRIBLE! But it was worth it. Oh yeah, I also had a little KB, that probably fucked with me as well. Corry brought me back here today. We are appearently gonna try to put a band together again. Wish us luck, we'll need it.