One life wanted, please.

Bleh. Another recounting of past events. Lucky you.

On Saturday I was supposed to go to Kali's house at 5pm for Kyle's birthday party. Ended up passing out from 2-8pm. Got up, showered, and armed with some gas money from mom, headed over there. Kyle has. The most horrifying. Moustache ever. Both Kali's mom and I said he looked like Jeffrey Dahmer at the exact same time. HEH. Had a couple drinks, watched a very pregnant Kali do some booty dancing that was very similar to Mike's usual routine (HEH!). Called Don and passed the phone around. Then I got a call around 10 from Terry all panicked 'cause he was stranded in Warm Beach. Took me about 5 whole minutes to find out exactly where he was (luckily, I'd been there before) because he was beyond wasted. So I leave, go get gas, head out there and he calls again saying that Shawn was there all along and he wasn't stranded after all. UGH. I go pick him up anyway. Drove him back to his house and we sat in my car listening to my Zune, talking and drinking for about 2 hours. Broke inside as usual (he lost his house key forever ago), watched some tv and passed out. Well, I passed out from like 2-5am. At 5 his alarm went off and I couldn't get back to sleep, so I watched tv until he got up around 10. Went to Elger Bay for breakfast, then I dropped him off at his mom's so she could take him to his side job.

Went home, watched some movies, passed out from 4-8. Went back to sleep at 9-10ish. AND I WAS AWAKE AT 4AM! YAAAYYYY!!!

Today involves much job hunting on Craigslist and going over to Gramma and Grampa's later for dinner. Lisa and Matt are over from North Dakota. Fweee!