blarrrghhhhhhhhhh
I am severly fucked up, and it feels good. Like I knew that it would.
So anyway, Wendy and I went out to check out her studio space for our in-the-works Halloween party and ended up at Finn McCool’s for ONE drink before heading home. Unfortunately, Culiner just happened to be there looking for us, so one drink turned into a few drunks and next thing you know, well, everything got a bit hazy fantazie. I know Wendy (somewhat drunkenly) weaved the Vespa home to work on her personal site (which won’t be live yet because I’m too damn drunk to debug and upload) while I headed off to the dreaded frat boy hell called the Circle Bar with Culiner for one (which turned into two damn fine ones, I might add) margaritas before I headed back to type up this rambling piece of shit blog entry.
So there you go. I’ve called for a manditory hermit drinking fest tomorrow night because it seemed like a good idea. I’m sure I’ll regret it tomorrow, but fuck it.
b
(even signing off like it’s a fookin’ email)
August 2nd, 2002 at 6:06 am
Wait, Wendy’s drinking now? You finally drove her to drink! I don’t think in the entire time I’ve known her she’s had more than a single sip of any drink she’s ordered. Even on Y2K eve. Then again I think we drank out the bar long before she even had a chance to get for even some ice. I wonder if those people down the hall are still pissed at me for knockin on their door so many times