Glory Daze
This weekend was everything that I wanted it to be, except for the planned catching up on final projects for classes. Oh well! I got like so drunk!
I didn't win the AHo party appetizer contest. I lost to Jeff, who shelled out the extra money to buy prawns the size of my hand. Then he fried them and had a soy dipping sauce that was loaded with MSG and the people exclaimed "Behold!--our victor!" and that was that. Steve brought it up with me later on, and I said that I hadn't anticipated someone putting out that kind of coin for an appetizer, and he said that was the main consideration for why Jeff came out on top. So ok, I thought. I came in second, I guess, and Jarred showed with his puff pastry things, which were really great, and actually my favorite.
Karaoke is fun, but I can't even begin to access my voice today. Ellie said last night that I was cute "in an American Idol sort of way." I laughed. I didn't know what else to do. There was a lot of laughter last night. Some healing, too. Ha!
We merged parties with the B+D crowd at Stadium, which provided a fun cross-section of friendships coming together. Basically, what I mean is, it provided for a larger variety of girls for me to pull out onto the dance floor and boogie down with.
Steele had too much to drink and fell over at the bar three or four times, so I had to call Matt to pick him up and take him/us home. On the ride home, I talked a lot of shit to Kate Griffin--our new red-headed cocktailer who is also in ENG 354 with Ellie, Kathleen, and me--about how lame she was for not getting down. I was loud. Baby brother is a pro, all the way.
I dreamt last night that I was in a cosmic knife fight in a futuristic library. I won by knocking over the bookshelves, which crushed the adversary, who was flying around on a Green Goblin inspired hovercraft. Upon escaping the library, I learned that I was in 1930's Mississippi, though untouched by the depression, and peacefully integrated. It was weird.
At the plate today: clean up after this weekend. It's taken us about five hours to navigate through the hangover haze. But now life is clearer, and even though my neck is stiff and sore, there is a mountain of dishes in the sink from the creation, calling out. Also: I need to get around to that damn POL 271 argument paper. You can't ignore all your problems away.
I didn't win the AHo party appetizer contest. I lost to Jeff, who shelled out the extra money to buy prawns the size of my hand. Then he fried them and had a soy dipping sauce that was loaded with MSG and the people exclaimed "Behold!--our victor!" and that was that. Steve brought it up with me later on, and I said that I hadn't anticipated someone putting out that kind of coin for an appetizer, and he said that was the main consideration for why Jeff came out on top. So ok, I thought. I came in second, I guess, and Jarred showed with his puff pastry things, which were really great, and actually my favorite.
Karaoke is fun, but I can't even begin to access my voice today. Ellie said last night that I was cute "in an American Idol sort of way." I laughed. I didn't know what else to do. There was a lot of laughter last night. Some healing, too. Ha!
We merged parties with the B+D crowd at Stadium, which provided a fun cross-section of friendships coming together. Basically, what I mean is, it provided for a larger variety of girls for me to pull out onto the dance floor and boogie down with.
Steele had too much to drink and fell over at the bar three or four times, so I had to call Matt to pick him up and take him/us home. On the ride home, I talked a lot of shit to Kate Griffin--our new red-headed cocktailer who is also in ENG 354 with Ellie, Kathleen, and me--about how lame she was for not getting down. I was loud. Baby brother is a pro, all the way.
I dreamt last night that I was in a cosmic knife fight in a futuristic library. I won by knocking over the bookshelves, which crushed the adversary, who was flying around on a Green Goblin inspired hovercraft. Upon escaping the library, I learned that I was in 1930's Mississippi, though untouched by the depression, and peacefully integrated. It was weird.
At the plate today: clean up after this weekend. It's taken us about five hours to navigate through the hangover haze. But now life is clearer, and even though my neck is stiff and sore, there is a mountain of dishes in the sink from the creation, calling out. Also: I need to get around to that damn POL 271 argument paper. You can't ignore all your problems away.