Jun 11, 2006 08:43
Last night:
"I think I see a hotdog."
"No, that's my tongue. It's supposed to be shit smeared on the paper towel but it's only fudge."
Even in context...it was strange.
Actually, last night sucked. I didn't know most of the people there all that well since they were mostly from Needham (so they all knew Dave and that's always bad--it's awfully embarrassing to have people find out that you went out with THAT ugly heap of scum). Basically, we played Ten Fingers over and over again...better known as the worst game in the universe. And every single time we lost in this order: Kei, Adena, Cassie, me. And then we did lame ones like "I've never been skiing" for another half hour to get everyone else out. Kei actually decided, on one game, to go back up. By the end of the game, he had gone all the way back up and then put one down again.
Lame party. Aly spent half the night trying to hook up with this random kid...Adena and Kei were late...Ben never showed up...
Actually, Kei and I went outside to call him (and they have no service on the whole street) and he was just like, "Oh...I forgot." And then he said to me, "You really only called me to say that you want to hang out. You call me when you get home this summer, we'll hang out."
Okay, so he's presumptive, but he's usually right in his presumptions. And hot. Did I mention?
Kei and I then figured out that we were right down the street from Josh Agranaut and Dave. Neither of which we saw. And reasonably close to Sophia, but she and Kei might not be on good terms right now. Whatever. There is no point to this freaking post.
Love,
Raberman