Zoeys party is over. What an emotional roller coaster. Why don't I start with last night.
I decided to go out and drink my way through friday night. I headed down to Jupiter, as usual, to see what's what. It was dead as a doornail, with a massive proportion of folks being over 40. That's just not my scene, and I decided shortly after showing up that it was time to roll. I headed up to The Bear's Lair, which is basically the campus bar. Lots of student types there. I feel old as a motherfucker there, so I usually boogie out in no time. I ordered my usual, Red Spot, and hung out at the bar drinking alone. After a while Diego and Mel, my pals, got done setting up for the DJ and came out to play. The game at hand was a drinking game based on ping-pong. Essentially there are no rules to this game aside from that if the ball lands in your beer, you need to pound it. If the ball just touches your beer, you need to just take a drink of it - but the ball in your beer is the main goal.
Despite my big talking, I suck at ping-pong. I ended up guzzling down at least three pints. I don't remember a lot of that night, but what I do remember is being stopped by police (for my friend smoking weed) and getting my ass beat by Micah. He's a lot bigger than I am, and I think I started shit with him first, but in any case he laid a beating down on me. My arms a scraped to hell, my ribs, chest, back, legs, and so on are bruised to pieces. It hurt a lot. Especially this morning. Don't get me wrong, it was a lot of fun. I love to fight, even if I lose.
So today I was less than on point. I spent a majority of today recouperating from last nights foolishness. I knew that I needed to go to Zoeys party tonight, and so my convelescence would only last for a few hours before I had to get my game face on and get movin'.
Not to worry. I got my shit together and got ready to go. I hit the party at about 7PM and promptly passed out. Sometime I woke up and mixed myself a vodka and redbull, designed to snap me into party mode. It worked, in a way. I woke up enough to make an impression on the crowd, as usual. I was surprised by the number of people who knew who I was even though I had no idea who they were. I mingled. I danced. I wish that I had wore the tight-pants that were the theme of the evening.
Arg this sucks but I'm too drunk to finish the story. Maybe later...
Posted by Matt at May 18, 2003 03:36 AM