Smallhouse Log

Sunday

Apparantly, I'm....

No, first things first: St. Elmo's fire, apparantly. As Nick and I tried to beat the storm coming home from Brent House. Everything flashed like a strobe ligt for a few seconds. I wish I'd been looking up.

Apparantly, I was acting.... well, ok, apparantly, I got pretty drunk last night. This needs to stop. I don't think I'm drinking too much by frequency, but apparantly I am by volume. I didn't mean to, but, yeah. I had a very strange conversation with Lorange (aka. Lanana), someone broke Doug's coffee table, and Nick was acting pretty sketch. Well, sketch for Nick, anyway. I tried absynth, and wished I could have tried it sober. I had a conversation about Daschle with John Lovejoy, and....

Actually, let me start over. Again. So, last night I went to Doug-Aid, which put Doug $100 further in the hole than before. We got there a while before everyone else, and we decided to play 'Never Have I Ever' as we waited for others to show up. Apparantly (according to Vanessa's analysis), since I was sitting down instead of up, around, dancing and whatnot like normal as I had my first drink of so, I got drunk faster than I normall would've. My rum-and-coke-and-vodkas were also fairly strong. Later I had some absynth, though not much. It was good, but I would've likedto have had it sober, to really experience it.

But I'm getting ahead of myself. Other folks soon started showing up, and I shot them with a dart gun. Pretty soon the party was in full swing. It was also, based on some accounts I've gathered, grope-fest 2004 for everyone but me. Let's not get into that. I also apparantly acted pretty weird. I took off my pants, of course. For the first time ever, Beth was taking care of me while I was sloshed.It would've been cool if Leah had come, she could've seen a lot of my friends 'in action', as it were. No, not that kind of action.

But anyway, summer will get me away from drinking anyway. Probably.

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