Dear god.
Friday: Went over to Terry's to pick him up and go out for drinks, but he wasn't in the the mood to go out. About five minutes after I got there, one of his roommates got home and immediately blew up on me about how she thinks I'm a creepy weirdo for never really conversating with her and how she feels awkward whenever I'm in the house. So that was awesome, and I was forced to thoroughly explain to (almost) a complete stranger why I don't talk endlessly (and to my complete surprise, Terry actually defended me). Which I really don't think is a bad thing. Should I blab on endlessly with trivial filler or only say something when I feel it's appropriate/relevant? So right at that moment I did the only thing I knew would make me be open around her for the rest of the night: I downed six glasses of red wine in about five minutes. Seriously. The only time I can blab about nothing to absolutely anyone is when I'm thoroughly annihilated.
Inhibitions. I has dem.
So six glasses of wine and two beers later, Terry and I were about ready to pass out. Well, that and he had work in the morning.
Saturday: He didn't end up going. Heh. So I just drove him to Richard's on my way home. The majority of Saturday was spent sitting on my ass on the computer. Finally got a hold of Chelsey around 7-ish and arranged to meet her at this frat house in the U-District where her friend's band was shooting a music video/throwing a drunken pool party. Wow. This place had the filthiest fucking bathroom I had EVER seen in my fucking life. GROSS. That place was seriously teeming with AIDS. Or the Ebola Virus. Orsomething.
Most of the night was spent in search of booze. 'Cause crazily enough, this place was completely dry except for a half gallon of Monarch vodka, which we were trying to steer clear of. AND we couldn't go out and buy beer 'cause Chelsey left her license at home and I wasn't about to drive anywhere 'cause I don't know the area that well. AND our parking spots were bitches to get.
But no. We were so desperate to get drunk that the imbibing of hairspray-flavored liquor was inevitable (after, of course, shotgunning the two beers that were in my trunk in the street). And the only chaser we had readily available was ICE CUBES, because the soda machines in the mess hall were out of order. FANTASTIC. So we were good and drunk for a grand total of one hour. The band was having trouble getting set up, so by the time the actual filming occured, we were dead sober. Fuck.
The most memorable moment from the shoot/party was when I spotted a tiny drunk asian chick wearing some True Religions. I told everyone to wait for her to get naked so I could steal her jeans. I was right, she lost her clothes, but I had no idea what she did with them. Heh. Who in their right (even inebriated) mind would abandon a pair of $200 jeans at a party?!?! 'Cause seriously, people like me will jack your shit without a second thought.
Anyway. Keep a look out for a music video from a band called Man Without Wax (on YouTube, I guess. They just got signed, but I can't guarantee MTV status or anything just yet). The song is called 'Kansas City Shuffle'. You might catch a glimpse of Chelsey and I standing on the stairs near the stage looking unenthused while drunk bitches in bikinis writhed around us.
After watching the band lip-sync to the same song about 15 times, we got bored, rounded up Tyler and the troops and left. Got back to their fancy new apartment, ate some foodz, then headed out to Moe Bar and had some tequila shots. Stopped to pick up a six-pack before 2am hit, then went back to the apartment and played a drinking game which I think was simply called, "BEEEERR!!!". I got fucking hammered. I vaguely remember Terry calling me and drunk-dialing John. Then I passed the fuck out.
Sunday: Woke up at 10:30am and headed out. Had some trouble getting onto Northbound I-5, but made it eventually and drove to Gramma and Grampa's for my annual birthday gathering. Ate a shitload of food and downloaded a shitload of music. Got a very awkward call from a guy I drunkenly gave my number to at a party at Josh's just over a month ago while Terry and I were on a break. That was... horrible. WHY do I do these things?! Called Mike to tell him all about rejecting the guy and discovered that he and Hannah were already outside of Phoenix, Arizona. Damn. I'm pretty sure they had only left San Antonio the day before. Shortly after I got a call from Terry pretty much commanding me to come over. So I headed over there with a six-pack of Rolling Rock and we got hammered.
Monday: Woke up at 5:40-ish and took Terry to work. Stopped by Walmart before heading home and bought a new cheap-o flat iron. Bleh. It'll work for about six months and then die. Hopefully by then I can afford a real one. Got home, read for a bit and then passed back out. Woke up to (step-dad) Terry getting home from the laundry mat around 3. The rest of my books had come in the mail. Sweet. Took off for Gramma and Grampa's 'cause Grampa called and wanted me to come over 'cause he fell asleep before I left and therefore wasn't able to give me my present, which turned out to be some much-needed cash. $50 in two dollar bills. HEH!
Watched some tv, researched community colleges online and printed out my 'practice' FAFSA. Ate McDonald's 'til I felt like I was gonna puke.
Goddamn. What a weekend.
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