under normal circumstances, this might be romantic
saturday night: free. a bottle of champagne: $10. sharing it with two girls who i have no hope of sleeping with? idiotic. there are some things money can't buy. for everything else, i'm a retard.
just when you least expect it, a low key weekend comes out of left field, ambling, like a hobo who's had too much or not enough to drink. friday night at state was, to say the least, not what i expected. it was relaxed. and cold. holy crap was it cold. so cold in fact that i had to sleep inside the couch. i remember with a great degree of fondness when brian said, "now i'm brian montes, la di da, but that's just wrong." did i mention i was drunk? not as much as some, but certainly more than others. in all, it was good to see some people again, and dan mayo is crazy.
come saturday, everyone had fled 545 #2 save me and holly. we decided to have a party. this consisted of drinking champagne, going to the union, getting nachos, and coming home to watch tv. we really are a wild bunch. after that, my favorite sorority girl came over, helped me finish the champagne, and pushed me out of my own bed. mark called during this time approximately two-thousand times, give or take a few, and shenanigans was called. when it came time for liz to leave, i offered to lend her pants to walk home in, as it was freezing out. though i knew in my heart of hearts i may never see the pants again, i took solace in the fact that i would have a neverending stream of corny jokes about her "being in my pants".
i don't remember sunday. there's a big hole in my memory. i know i didn't do anything. i don't think i even left the house until 8 or 9 at night. maybe i did some homework. hm. this is disconcerting.
just when you least expect it, a low key weekend comes out of left field, ambling, like a hobo who's had too much or not enough to drink. friday night at state was, to say the least, not what i expected. it was relaxed. and cold. holy crap was it cold. so cold in fact that i had to sleep inside the couch. i remember with a great degree of fondness when brian said, "now i'm brian montes, la di da, but that's just wrong." did i mention i was drunk? not as much as some, but certainly more than others. in all, it was good to see some people again, and dan mayo is crazy.
come saturday, everyone had fled 545 #2 save me and holly. we decided to have a party. this consisted of drinking champagne, going to the union, getting nachos, and coming home to watch tv. we really are a wild bunch. after that, my favorite sorority girl came over, helped me finish the champagne, and pushed me out of my own bed. mark called during this time approximately two-thousand times, give or take a few, and shenanigans was called. when it came time for liz to leave, i offered to lend her pants to walk home in, as it was freezing out. though i knew in my heart of hearts i may never see the pants again, i took solace in the fact that i would have a neverending stream of corny jokes about her "being in my pants".
i don't remember sunday. there's a big hole in my memory. i know i didn't do anything. i don't think i even left the house until 8 or 9 at night. maybe i did some homework. hm. this is disconcerting.