"You'll be able to wear your camping ascot."

[winterophelia]

Now to recap fun things, like I do every week (I swear one day I'll have some real content on this thing).

Wednesday night Kate, Robert, and I decided it would be a good idea to drink a bottle of champagne and dick around until Kate and I took over Robert's radio show and played the most vulgar songs we could (including Colt 45, 99 Problems, Bitches Ain't Shit-Ben Folds version, and I Whipped His Ass in Tennis).

Thursday, Beth made me do STD testing with her before we went to Milwaukee to see Flogging Molly! Thanks to Beth's fake UK ID we got to booze it up a little during the opening acts (which were really kinda emo-poppy, nothing like Flatfoot 56 or the Dead Pets). We met this awesome girl Mallory who was with one of the warm-up bands who got Kate and me out of the bone-crushing crowd when Flogging Molly started. We ended up watching from the balcony with enthusiastic people who also did not want to get crushed. After the show we talked to Dennis Casey (who Beth is kinda friends with) and he told us to come to the hotel they were staying at. We sat around there with people in the bar for a while, but then got kicked out since we were all under 21.

Friday night I made jello shots with Ruby and Maya for Halloween golf. We ended up having one and a fourth handles of cheap vodka left, so we played drinking games to various songs like "The Boy is Mine" waiting for the jello to firm up until we were all fairly drunk/wanting to vom because of too much strawberry-kiwi juice. I went forth to find Kate and Robert, but ended up sitting on freezing cold cement talking to Nate forever until Kate and Robert came outside to me. Chaos in Ted and Robert's room for a while, during which we listened to The Clash and Ted threatened me with a big bottle of rum. Suddenly everyone dispersed and Robert made me watch the latest episode of Red vs. Blue. Not being able to locate anyone who had told me to do so, Nate and I talked in 840 until we both began to fall asleep. I'm pretty sure I tried to read part of a book about making your phone talk from 1990. Finally, bed.

Saturday was golf day. Maya and I cleaned and rearranged our room (I'm drawing another diagram in MSpaint). Kate, Robert, and I were 70s punks. Golf was okay, but there were tons of people and too many holes. It just wasn't as fun as all the other times. Kate got kinda ill and I called Ted to come and help me take care of her since I realized there wasn't much more I could do and I was just standing there awkwardly eating packet after packet of pop rocks. Everyone had mostly passed out by 1am, which is pretty sad. I found a few people and we hung out in French House before heading to bed by 2. All in all, I was drunker and had more fun Friday, which leads me to believe I no longer enjoy big parties.

Sunday was very Sunday-ish. Maya and I decorated the ceiling and tried to put up the hammock, but it has mold growing on part of it for some reason. Ick.

Today I skipped Pablo's class, nearly fell asleep in English, and napped for nearly 4 hours.

Comments

[thalion1.livejournal.com]

see, yeah. i need friends who do stuff, instead of sitting on their asses and being bitches. I need friends like yours, who i can drink with, and do fun stuff with, and be myself with, instead of this guy im becoming (who is really an asshole, stay away from him if he shows up...)

[badmoviescript.livejournal.com]

Golf was way too many people. I couldn't concentrate on anything, which is why I left at Ken's hole (aside from running into way too many people and being completely oblivious as to what was going on). Oh well, it was still fun.

sunday sunday

[thankyourgod.livejournal.com]

i usually reserve sundays for a bottle of merlot and the vh1.