Good morning, hangover; you're like an old friend come to see me again.
Last night was my friend Luke's big end of semester/gaduation/birthday party. Not quite as many people showed up as we would have liked; there was another, lamer party thrown by another, lamer guy last night and I'm assuming that several people got derailed over there. But there was still a good crowd, and my crew was there in full effect.
As soon as I arrived, Zach said "The kegs are in the dungeon!" They have a little house in Brookhaven, right next to the MARTA station. It is one story and has a full sized basement, half finished. The unfinished side looks like a scene out of a horror movie; concrete floors and walls, dirt everywhere, spider webs, and assorted tools and medical equipment laying around. It was awesome.
I actually got along with my ex last night. This is an amazing feat; when i'm drunk I begin to feel this overwhelming urge to be as obnoxious and mean to her as possible, but for some reason I just wasn't feeling it last night. Guess I was just in too good a mood or something. Although I am rather pissed because, soon after her roommate decided it was a good idea to start hanging all over me, my ex decided to leave. Weak.
Of course, that's still better than Luke's ex, who was falling down drunk when I arrived at 11. I actually watched this girl accomplish the rare feat of falling up a flight of stairs. It was awesome.
I was sitting in the living room, eating McDonalds, listening to The Misfits, and talking to these two punker girls who knew my buddy Nate. I asked them where they were from. "Chamblee." Why the hell did they live in Chamblee? "That's where our school is." What school is in Chamblee? "Chamblee high school." Yipes. How old were they? "Seventeen."
And that was the end of my stint on the couch talking to the punker girls.
Oh, and in the weirdest thing to happen to me all night category, some guy asked to see one of my tattoos. Upon seeing it, he said "You're Dave!" Um, yes, yes I am; had I met him before? "No dude, I recognize you from Myspace; you're one of Luke's friends!"
Okay, so i've never met or talked to this kid before, whether in real life or the world of the internet. How fucking weird is that?
And finally, there were all sorts of hijinks invloving a stretcher and a wheelchair that they had hanging around for some reason, but I'll jsut let y'all use your imaginations with that one.
Last night was my friend Luke's big end of semester/gaduation/birthday party. Not quite as many people showed up as we would have liked; there was another, lamer party thrown by another, lamer guy last night and I'm assuming that several people got derailed over there. But there was still a good crowd, and my crew was there in full effect.
As soon as I arrived, Zach said "The kegs are in the dungeon!" They have a little house in Brookhaven, right next to the MARTA station. It is one story and has a full sized basement, half finished. The unfinished side looks like a scene out of a horror movie; concrete floors and walls, dirt everywhere, spider webs, and assorted tools and medical equipment laying around. It was awesome.
I actually got along with my ex last night. This is an amazing feat; when i'm drunk I begin to feel this overwhelming urge to be as obnoxious and mean to her as possible, but for some reason I just wasn't feeling it last night. Guess I was just in too good a mood or something. Although I am rather pissed because, soon after her roommate decided it was a good idea to start hanging all over me, my ex decided to leave. Weak.
Of course, that's still better than Luke's ex, who was falling down drunk when I arrived at 11. I actually watched this girl accomplish the rare feat of falling up a flight of stairs. It was awesome.
I was sitting in the living room, eating McDonalds, listening to The Misfits, and talking to these two punker girls who knew my buddy Nate. I asked them where they were from. "Chamblee." Why the hell did they live in Chamblee? "That's where our school is." What school is in Chamblee? "Chamblee high school." Yipes. How old were they? "Seventeen."
And that was the end of my stint on the couch talking to the punker girls.
Oh, and in the weirdest thing to happen to me all night category, some guy asked to see one of my tattoos. Upon seeing it, he said "You're Dave!" Um, yes, yes I am; had I met him before? "No dude, I recognize you from Myspace; you're one of Luke's friends!"
Okay, so i've never met or talked to this kid before, whether in real life or the world of the internet. How fucking weird is that?
And finally, there were all sorts of hijinks invloving a stretcher and a wheelchair that they had hanging around for some reason, but I'll jsut let y'all use your imaginations with that one.
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I got medium-smashed last night...with M's folks.
Oh, and in the weirdest thing to happen to me all night category, some guy asked to see one of my tattoos. Upon seeing it, he said "You're Dave!" Um, yes, yes I am; had I met him before? "No dude, I recognize you from Myspace; you're one of Luke's friends!"
See, I would classify that as creepy!
But then again, I had someone come up to me once and be all OMG I FEEL LIKE I KNOW YOU!! and give me a huge hug. They knew "me" from the intarnet. g33k.