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"Pants off! Pants off!" -Kaury, 05/22/2004
I know who yourmom is. (And by 'know', I mean.... well, it is your mom.)
So it appears that the other two people interested in running Mr. Hyde Records are not so much interested in running it as they interested in helping with it. It would seem I have, indeed, inherited an independant record label, after all. Rock on, me. (Rock on, crazy-busy schedule.)
So the concert was.... well, few people showed up. I completely missed Capiche, but there was an unexpected out-of-town band called 'Where's Jimmy K At?' that was pretty good. The had a song about secret sauce that was just rockin'. First Coat was down a man, due to a cancelled flight. They were also, of course, down a woman from last time I saw them.
The post-scav Party was cramped, hot, and not that great a lot of the time, but it wasn't that bad; it had its high points. Mehi broke a fluorescent light -with his head. Soon after that, Sebastian kicked us all out. I ended up walking Leah home.... except without the 'home' bit. Or at least, her home. We went to go play in the Lake, and there were already a couple of skinnydippers there! So we ran in the waves, Chariots of Fire style. Then we went to Shoreland to clean up before I walked her home for real.
We did clean up.
I did walk her home, eventually.
Apparantly, Leah saved me from myself. Connor stopped me this afternoon at Summer Breeze, and asked me if I felt alright. He was concerned because, as he informed me, I'd consumed a fairly large amount of what Lorange Sailor refered to as "Pirate Rum", which was this absolutely delicious 140-proof foreign rum. I kept trying to steal the bottle (and thus was able to tell Corey today that, yes, I had had rum in my pants just yesterday). There was also the most of a Coke which he had given me as a sign of our friendship, and which Kaury turned into a whiskey-and-coke by adding a quarter bottle of Jim Beam. Hmm. I suspect I was in fact getting more intoxicated as we left, since the rum was still hitting my system. That could've had something to do with the jumping in the lake. He was amazed that I didn't have a hangover. (I still have not had one, and have no intention of doing so.) Later on, however, I learned that one apparantly only gets hangovers if one goes to sleep drunk, and that staying up until the liquer wears off is the best way to prevent them.
Not having slept last night, that was no problem.
Interesting sidestory: Patrick and Alice leave 606. A fair time later, Patrick returns. I comment, "You were gone a while." Patrick responds by saying, "I was walking Alice home to Breck." Josh, who was visiting for a bit, says, "Oh, is that what they're calling it these days." At which I chime in, "Theoretically, I walked a girl home last night. Yeah, did I mention I didn't sleep?" And then we all laugh at Patrick. Hahahah. The Pokemon defense is worse that gender equality one, by the way, and I'm not sure it's true, either.
Irrelevant sidestory: Wednesday night, I was eating in Pierce with Chris, Witold, and Kristen. Chris commented on my attempt at a vegan dinner. And lo and behold, my fortune cookie had something to say about veganism: "Strong and bitter words indicate a weak cause." Nice.
So I'm still at $9, but that's cool, because I know who's holding me down. Besides, I'm also fifth out of nineteen guys. The girls kind of jumped ahead. The only things that bother me are that Colin is ahead of me again, and that the brick of tofu is catching up on me hardcore. I hate that tofu, along with Set and motion-sensitive floodlights.
Snap! I just saw a mouse crawling on my radiator! What is a mouse doing in my room? There's no food he can get to! There's not much food, period, and it's all either in the fridge of on top of things. How did he get in, either? This is disturbing. I never thought I'd have mice! I mean, he was kind of cute, but still!
I should sleep. Sleep is delicious, like lentils.
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