Life, or something like it
My keys are still somewhere in Islands of Adventure. With my luck, they're in the deepest part of the artificial pond under The Hulk rollercoaster. I acheived two seperate levels of zen two nights ago, and also had one of those 'slam into a brick wall cause thats reality, biznitch' moments. (In other news, I just created a cliche, everyone start repeating it now). My first level of Zen was girls. Pfleegor, Jeff, and I were walking around 'A' building lookin for a party, or at least someone to share our (free, thanks to the UF rugby team) keg with. We were finishing our round upstairs when jeff noticed a fairly attractive female walking behind us, and, being the gentlemen he is, shouted out "SIX O'CLOCK" to alert me of her presence, even though I was no more than two feet in front of him. I turned around to check her out and, being just as intoxicated, yelled back "DAMN, SHE IS HOT!" loud enough that she easily heard (in hindsight, i think that might have been Holland from month previous). At that one instance, i didn't care at all. I acheived the level of inner peace and realized hey, I can say what I want cause im not getting any anyway.
woohoo! go self esteem!
Well that zen lasted about ohh... 3 hours
During those three hours, I also acheived another level of
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zen in which I had the perfect buzz, or the perfect level of semi-drunkenness, if you prefer. I refuse to believe I was drunk, as I remember everything, and thats my sad little definition.
Anywho, so Pfleegor got... drunk and it took a car-full of people to take him home for some reason, during which time he broke one of our glasses, but im glad to report he replaced it with two from gator dining, which brings me to the conclusion that a drunk dan is a financial asset to our apartment ;p .
So everyone took pfleegs home and it ended up being chris, myself, and three fine ladies sittin around and eventually dancing. Yes, i was dancing. Ok, so maybe i was drunk. But not drunk enough to, well, do anything, at all, which leads me to the 'brick wall in the face' moment where sobriety came back at 100 mph.
All in all a good night
Anybody got a keg for this weekend?
woohoo! go self esteem!
Well that zen lasted about ohh... 3 hours
During those three hours, I also acheived another level of
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continuation:
zen in which I had the perfect buzz, or the perfect level of semi-drunkenness, if you prefer. I refuse to believe I was drunk, as I remember everything, and thats my sad little definition.
Anywho, so Pfleegor got... drunk and it took a car-full of people to take him home for some reason, during which time he broke one of our glasses, but im glad to report he replaced it with two from gator dining, which brings me to the conclusion that a drunk dan is a financial asset to our apartment ;p .
So everyone took pfleegs home and it ended up being chris, myself, and three fine ladies sittin around and eventually dancing. Yes, i was dancing. Ok, so maybe i was drunk. But not drunk enough to, well, do anything, at all, which leads me to the 'brick wall in the face' moment where sobriety came back at 100 mph.
All in all a good night
Anybody got a keg for this weekend?