Balls.

Another list of my drunken rampages. Heh.

Thursday. Met up with Sir Trevor at his house and had a drink and a BUCKET of rum at The Rock (KARINA, YOU'RE SO RIGHT! BEST. BAR. EVER.). Decided to see what John was up to and it turned out he was having a party in his backyard, so we headed out there. Brandon was already wasted and blabbing his face off. So hilarious. Finally met Star, drank five Blue Moons and countless pulls of whiskey, danced around like an idiot and passed out on the picnic bench. Wow. I vaguely remember being carried into the house so I could sleep in Jimmy's old room.

Friday: Woke up at 10-ish and passed back out in the living room. Woke up again around 3. Trevor and I took off so I could go get my car from his house. Went home and got ready to go meet up with Mike and Jimmy at the casino. Drank rum in Mike's car. Met up with Harley and Jessie in the MPulse Lounge and had a beer. Went back to the car to drink more rum, and who the hell do we run into on the way out? KAYDE ANDERSON. Holy hell! We worked with her many moons ago at Guess. Anyhow. Went back to the car and finished off the rum. Went to the liquor store for some Jager. By the time we got back to the casino, Mike was absolutely fucking smashed. I hadn't seen him that drunk in a LOOOOONG time. I don't really remember leaving. But Jimmy was driving, so that's good. Ended up at Big Rock, polished off the Jager, bought more beer, went to Silvana River and pitched a tent under the train bridge. HEH. Dandelion dropped by after he got off work and we were totally up until like 10am. Went back to Mike's and passed out.

Today. Woke up at 4. Mike took Jimmy and I to get our cars at the casino and now I'm home. Supposed to go to Joshy's house for a party. Hummm.

I need a shower. Guh.