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Somehow whenever I'm with the Indian I get dragged into completely random situations such as house parties. It always seems to happen by accident, with no sense of predetermination, and frequently with the objective of free beer.
There was a party being thrown by some new residents in my apartment building on Friday, and the Indian and I of course ended up there. I didn't particularly want to be there but friends stick together.
Everyone was very nice, but I was tired, and bored. I left a couple of times, running over to the smoke shop or running upstairs in search of decent beer. Out of sheer boredom I macked on this cat (known hereafter as K) who kept flirting with me, but it came increasingly clear that it was going nowhere. K was kind of cute, and only kind of dumb at first, but got stupider and stupider as time went on, no doubt helped along by massive amounts of beer. I gave up on getting any action after this exchange:
K (whining a little): “I wanna go downtown!”
J: “You are downtown.”
K: “I know, but I wanna go to some bars, listen to some music.” (Begins doing the drunk white guy dance.)
J: “What bars are you planning on going to?”
K: “Bourbon Street!”
I later explained to the Indian that I was not going to chase K into that place because I imagine that Bourbon Street is the kind of place where “you catch an STD just by walking in. You come through the door and bang! You've got herpes.”
Except for some funny exchanges with the Indian, it was kind of a waste of an evening.
Tonight I watched Peter Pan all the way through, finally, and I highly recommend it. Catie and I made a liquor store trip, where I purchased peach flavored morning vodka, because it was on clearance, and I just had to after hearing all about it. I'm sure this is just one more step on some cosmic checklist to becoming a respectable alcoholic, but the comic effect of actually having that on hand is something I had to experience.
I just bought a new computer, which is being custom built in a warehouse somewhere and should be in my hands and set up in just a couple of weeks, so if for some reason you would like to opt of the CD-mix-making extravaganza that will promptly ensue, speak now, or prepare to receive and listen to many songs you may or may not want to hear.
Awesome things happening:
The one thing that must be said about awesome events: the anticipation is killing me.
me [14:42] we're pretty goofy
N [14:43] yes, yes we are, but we are fun!
The weekend was a total whirlwind. I spent a whole lot of it either drunk or hungover, but always, always having a good time. I strengthened a friendship, went to a few shows, ate lots of yummy things that I didn't have to cook, went to a keg party, did tons of laundry, cleaned my room, met new people, got lots of free booze, cleaned up lots of spilt beer, and vomited, quite a number of times.
It was very busy.
What follows is perhaps the only story from the weekend I can tell in a public forum:
Let's set the scene. Our hero, Jenna, is sitting in her neighbor's apartment, at least 11 beers in, at the foot of a bed. She is passively people watching.
A very unattractive young frat boy seats himself next to her.
Curtain.
You are reading the life, times, and general musings of Jenna Tollerson. I am a web developer and consultant living in and around Athens, Georgia, USA. [read more]
