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Hung Out, Hung Over, Hung Out, Hung Over
2001-10-07 - 12:01 p.m.

I feel sick.

Well duh, I've been out at parties two nights in a row now, and this part would be called mild-hungoverness. I had a good time, and I think I squashed a good amount of brain cells.

The first night was a party right on my block, which was super cool and convenient. It was a gay (cute) dude Joe's birthday party, meaning the company was a delightful mix of gay and straight SCADites, come together in the celebration of Joe's birthday, and more in the celebration of alcoholic beverages. I got three or four drinks in me, I chatted with (and mocked behind their backs) the Media and Performing Arts department- I really have nothing against them, but they're such a different class of students, and they sectioned themselves off- so I'd shout from the other room to my friends... "MPA's!!! MPA's!!" It was fun, it made them sound like a disease. Mike's actual pronounciation of calling them "Mmmmm-Pah's!" was fun too. But enough about actors, they get all the attention anyway-

Turns out the really cute guy, Joe (another one), who was a volunteer at Pride, and who had on glasses and a blue shirt that made him look like Rivers Cuomo from Weezer (hot!)... turns out Joe has a boyfriend- dammit!

But that's okay, I shall freely move on. My friends, Elizabeth, Mike, Jonathan, and Eddie, who were my accompaniment all left over the course of an hour or two. I decided to stick around, regardless, despite not really knowing anyone- as a test of confidence... and I did pretty well for myself. Unfortunately, at the slightest presence of booze, my eyes go red, so I looked a lot drunker than I really was, and was picked on once or twice for it... but I soon found out I wasn't in a much different boat than others after the Jello shots were whipped out. Jello shots = fucking dangerous. For those who don't know- you have been warned. I wound up taking the last one home in my pocket... Mike, who decided to sober up at my place for a bit before walking home solo was talking with Eddie on the couch... I chugged my last Jello shot, with Eddie arguing that it wasn't Jello, and then got really far gone. I think we discussed Mike's seeing Rufus Wainwright, and some other stuff that was probably far deeper and meaningfully beautiful and symbolic, but I forget now... and Eddie was holding my ankle down to the floor, cuz I wanted to do a rolling back thrust into a standup position thing that I do sometimes, and my attempts to do them that night were failures, which resulted in me landing awkward. Had he only let go of my ankle for one second, I woulda gone for it, and probably hurt myself- but alas, he was smart, and kept me down by the ankle right til sleep time. Dammit!

"Do... I... feel... helium dreams...?" -Air

The next day, I got up around 1pm, and Eddie and I were both kinda feeling leftover effects from the night before, and decided we should go get something to eat. I told him I hadn't gone to southside in a while, and that it might be cool to head out there, so we did, on bus. Eddie was unusually hyper/happy... doing weird stuff usually reserved to me, and he explained that he was going through the manic portion of his manic depressive cycle... the portion where he eats through shirts and stuff cuz they have Nike logos on them. Raaught. We hopped on the bus, I was kinda downkey cuz I was still, well, recovering... and we got off earlier than the mall to eat at Pizza Hut. Ahh Pizza Hut. A taste rare and not often eaten by me, however always twice as expensive as I expect it to be! Dammit. Bye 10 bucks (my half the bill).

Sooo, from there, we traversed the dangerous areas which pass as "sidewalks" to Walmart, where I avoided the scary bathroom, and bought generic Tums and a shirt (which was way too long, dammit)... then I quickly went to Sally's to buy hair bleach (I need to be blonder! Blonder!) and finally, to the mall. We wandered around there for quite some time- the better part of the day, and Eddie got to feel guilty about splurging on sunglasses at the Sunglass Hut, while I got to make peace with my purchases at the Gap. We both weighed ourselves on a bathroom scale, and while Eddie was perturbed with his results, I was only jokingly half perturbed with weighing in at 157.5. Two and a half pounds above my ideal weight- I shall deal. A day of binging and then purging will take care of that. Kidding.

Finally, we walked to Michael's Art Supply, where there was interesting customer service- one lady with straight black hair was acting like a mean, yet caring mother figure, which was amusing, but at the same time, not exactly the best way to handle customer service- and then there was another employee who was hot as all hell, but probably in high school. I followed him around regardless. Cute!

From there, we went to the bus stop, but seeing as nothing was coming... we went to a nearby McDonald's. I got a Happy Meal, and after waiting forever for the food- the girl behind the counter was like "You don't need the toy, right?"

"Sure I do!"

She seemed surprised, and maybe even a little upset. Wassupwiddat? She went and didn't even get me the regular, Snow White toy- she went to the back, and got me the toy for kids under 3- Tyco blocks with eyeballs on em. Oh yeah!

So, rode the bus back home, Eddie dragging behind as a protest to me walking too fast (I *always* walk fast! It's a New York thing). We got home, played some more Marvel v. Capcom II on Dreamcast, which has become the game of the moment- and then Shasta called and showed up. She had told me about a party about a week ago, and I had not forgotten, and she had not forgotten, so we headed out- we including Eddie too- despite his initial worry about the whole "dance" aspect, he came out with us anyway. It was BYOB, and since I was broke, it was more like SBOB (Shasta Buy Our Beer)... which I appreciate greatly, by the way, and- um, yeah. Got Mike's Hard Lemonade, and a huge 22 oz (or was it 40? It looked HUGE to me!) Red Dog. After arguing with Shasta over the whole "Beer before liquor, or liquor before beer" thing, we both started on the hard lemonade... Mmmmmm... before switching off to the beer (Eddie got a huge beer thing too). Yes, we got fucked up. Well... I felt all self-controlled, but Eddie was kinda scarin me. He was REALLY fucked up. Like, almost stumble over a few times fucked up. It's all good though, we had a good time, despite no one other than my small pack of friends I stuck with the whole night dancing- and, um... we chilled under black light, talked a bit, danced a bit, drunk a lot... our ride, Shasta, wound up staying the night at the party with the host, Zack, so we walked home. Not a bad walk, Eddie told me he'd stop me from defending myself if we were attacked or something, to which I told him Heeelll No, don't... self-respect, baby! We got home, stumbled around some more, and really felt it... I got down to my undies, and no- nothin like that happened... but I was drunk, half-naked, and feeling quite good.

Now I'm recovering from being hungover. Blah! But it was worth it... I had a great time this weekend, and it's good to know I can do this sometimes, and survive it... and not feel stupid or guilty or nothing.

Long post! Not much more to add. I think I'm going to shut up and make breakfast! Mmm, eggs.

"Cuz everybody wants some more, something they can barely know, I don't know how we'll break, it's more than I can take, I can never let it go- it's in the photograph" -Weezer

Reason for Terror # 82:

Using phrase "da bomb" unwittingly in phone tapped conversations could lead to arrest and beatings by the FBI, local authorities, and hip police.

Reason for Terror # 81:

There was a little bit of mold on that bread you had this morning.

Reason for Terror # 80:

When evening falls, you can try to drive away; but the moon will be following... always following...