Last night was an adventure. Through my gastric system.
Brittney called me at about 2AM. My first thought was none other than "What the fuck." Like, I had just settled down in the game room to watch TV after a joyous masterbation session at the computer, and sleep was setting in. Then, "We don't need no education" bellows from beneath the blankets. Again, "what the fuck," but I was more curious than annoyed. So after a loud "BRIAN MASTIN" and a few convincing minutes of conversation, I got up and dressed, told my sister that i was leaving, and stole off into the night like I have so many times before.
She greets me on the hill with a beer, and the night begins. I sit down in Haeli's driveway, remaining somewhat wary of the people I might find at this house, but not too wary to finish two more beers. So then I venture inside, and I have a pretty good buzz. Allow me to remind you that I do not really drink anymore, to speak of. So I meet a few people, including Danny Moody, who I had actually never met. I find Jeff nugglin' with a good looking girl, and that made me happy, too.
I make my way back outside with a joint of Brittney's weed, spark that up, kill a couple more beers (now on some random Miller Light), and the night kind of gets hazy from here. I had reached beer scavenging mode because the party was dying down, so after the joint was done, I made my way back inside to scam on unsuspecting guests. You see, the people at this house don't like me. Or maybe I dislike them more than they dislike me? But listen, readers: that is not of the point right now. I needed beer, so I sent Leslie and Brittney and Danny, too, I think, on various missions. And we were successful.
Now I was pretty incoherent. I do know that Brittney and I made it out onto the proch to talk about friendships somewhere in there. I remember this because of one little part of the conversation. I was drunk and rambling, saying how I knew her better than anyone else, and how she knows me better than anyone, too. Blah blah blah I was drunk, but I don't regret the conversation - I actually quite liked it. But the point of this memory is that maybe five minutes after relatiing to Brittney our immortal closeness, I, out of nowhere, say "No, fuck that. Jeff, me, and Frankey are homies." haha niggas for life. She didn't care though; it was in good humor.
Anyway, I make my way inside after smoking some more marijuana, and lay down on a inflatable raft or some device laid over the furniture. I knew I had it bad, but I was not bad enough to throw up on some random girl's couch. So into the bathroom I went, where I hugged the toilet like a little freshman bitch who had just finished her fourth Smirnoff Ice. Man, it was bad. And sad.
But I got over it, made my home, and went to bed at about 5AM after my dad woke up to ask me where I had been. I told him, said I was way to drunk to have this conversation, and continued back to my room...
A fairly decent two or three hours, I would say. If it didn't come out like this in the entry, I really did like talking to Brittney because I miss her as a friend. And it was good being drunk, too. And yeah, my life is sweet. Hah
She greets me on the hill with a beer, and the night begins. I sit down in Haeli's driveway, remaining somewhat wary of the people I might find at this house, but not too wary to finish two more beers. So then I venture inside, and I have a pretty good buzz. Allow me to remind you that I do not really drink anymore, to speak of. So I meet a few people, including Danny Moody, who I had actually never met. I find Jeff nugglin' with a good looking girl, and that made me happy, too.
I make my way back outside with a joint of Brittney's weed, spark that up, kill a couple more beers (now on some random Miller Light), and the night kind of gets hazy from here. I had reached beer scavenging mode because the party was dying down, so after the joint was done, I made my way back inside to scam on unsuspecting guests. You see, the people at this house don't like me. Or maybe I dislike them more than they dislike me? But listen, readers: that is not of the point right now. I needed beer, so I sent Leslie and Brittney and Danny, too, I think, on various missions. And we were successful.
Now I was pretty incoherent. I do know that Brittney and I made it out onto the proch to talk about friendships somewhere in there. I remember this because of one little part of the conversation. I was drunk and rambling, saying how I knew her better than anyone else, and how she knows me better than anyone, too. Blah blah blah I was drunk, but I don't regret the conversation - I actually quite liked it. But the point of this memory is that maybe five minutes after relatiing to Brittney our immortal closeness, I, out of nowhere, say "No, fuck that. Jeff, me, and Frankey are homies." haha niggas for life. She didn't care though; it was in good humor.
Anyway, I make my way inside after smoking some more marijuana, and lay down on a inflatable raft or some device laid over the furniture. I knew I had it bad, but I was not bad enough to throw up on some random girl's couch. So into the bathroom I went, where I hugged the toilet like a little freshman bitch who had just finished her fourth Smirnoff Ice. Man, it was bad. And sad.
But I got over it, made my home, and went to bed at about 5AM after my dad woke up to ask me where I had been. I told him, said I was way to drunk to have this conversation, and continued back to my room...
A fairly decent two or three hours, I would say. If it didn't come out like this in the entry, I really did like talking to Brittney because I miss her as a friend. And it was good being drunk, too. And yeah, my life is sweet. Hah