Thursday.
I accidentally happened to come across a party saturday night at Carl's house. I hadn't seen Carl in six months, so I figured I'd stop by and visit. He was throwing a keg party because his birthday was coming up the following monday. Heh, Steve was with me and for some reason he felt like drinking was a good idea. I think he kind of crossed the line. Twenty beers under, he was stumbling around the house. Following that he managed to find the recliner right aside the keg and proceded to drink directly from the tap. It's probably the funniest thing I've ever seen him do. Usually I'd be mad at him for doing something like that, but he had been having a bad day and had gotten to that point everyone reaches every now and again where the only feeling you have is apethy. Besides, It was hilarious. He wasn't really acting like a drunkard, wasn't violent or offensive at all. He just turned into a mindless boob with no control over his own body. That doesn't sound too much better, does it? Aside from babysitting Steve, I spent the night visiting with old friends and aquaintances. It was kind of nostalgic seeing all the different kids I used to hang out with, but you know what? It was great. Until Stacy backed into my car. She was just backing out to go to the store and get some chips or some other junk food and she rammed my driver's side door. Of course, there was more to the story, but that will be forever left out ( I don't want to get her in deep shit, she just needs to fix my car). When she came inside to tell me about it, she tried to paint some portrait of how small and un-noticable the dent was so I just brushed it off. I figured I could live with a small dent, at least for a while. She was obviously lying. my fucking door has a bigass dent in it and the door is seized closed. After finding that out, I made it clear that she had to get that taken care of A.S.A.P. You have to understand, I deliver pizzas for a living and my car is small and only has two doors. And I need the one the driver steps into particularly. She spent three days beating around the bush, not doing anything about the situation until tuesday evening I went to her house and made her give me her insurance card. eh, I'm sick of talking about it. Allstate's got my back now.