Things that I remember from last night: Justin being an unemployed drunk, drinking from a paper sac, the hobbit door, The End of All The Romance being so much better when you're drunkish, being a bit sick all of a sudden, being looked after, feeling better, two more coolers, wandering down the street, public mischeif, my first act of vandalism, Justin falling on the ground when he saw the supervisor who fired him, a sombrero full of nachos, breaking the menu holder, the patio full of employees, sitting in the pony stall table, lots of hanging up and talking on cell phones, breaking my cell phone while trying to push the underwire of my bra back into the place it was supposed to be, spilling my Smirnoff Ice on at least three different occasions with three different drinks, being surprised that all the guys would go to Boom!, comforting Denis when some guy told him he was gay, some guy trying to score drugs from us then IDing Denis, dancing in a big circle with all the kids from Bilingual, having beer spilled on my leg when Justin jumped over the back of the booth, having water poured down the front of my shirt, thinking that it was actually beer that had been poured down my shirt ALL THE REST OF THE NIGHT, my flip flop breaking, having Alain put his sneakers on me, feeling like Cinderella, feeling glad that I had shaved my legs at the last minute, drinking more drinks that didn't necessarily belong to me, putting Kelly's name on the screen to have her birthday announced, dancing with one broken flipflop and one sneaker of Alain's, seeing Brett (the guy I loved in middle school) being very gay, Denis being propositioned to dance with some guy on the speaker, giving kisses, recieving kisses, Denis feeling sick, the walk home barefoot, with sneakers in hand, more public mischeif, my GOD did Hobbes love me (or so I think), Justin playing guitar and the other boys harmonizing, Alain shooting tons of pictures, trying to get out of them, looking out the wrong window for the cab, holding the seatbelt away from my chest in the cab to avoid making it smell like the "beer" that had been spilled all over my chest, sneaking into Denis' house, sleeping on the floor, being glad that we gave Kelly a good birthday. Things I don't remember: drama, jealousy, people storming out, people yelling at each other, being upset, being dissatisfied with the establishment we were eating/dancing at, not wanting to go places, seeing people shoving each other, people crying and screaming.
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Saturday, Oct. 08, 2005 ~ 11:05 a.m.
