space-oddity's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- crash hmmm, it's been a week. yes, it would be interesting if i had the life of a rockstar, but . . anyways, i've had the most horrible headache all day long. this, of course, was caused by last night's rather massive intake of beer into my belly and, as it would seem, my brain. i just never do it right when it comes to beer. i guess my stomach never really agrees with it, and i drink way too much of the stuff, and then it's all blehhhhhh blehh blehhh, but despite all of this, i was having a very nice time. see, we didn't really have much of a plan yesterday evening, and so, people just kind of got together at our apartment, where we were having a lot of fun just being with each other, but then i heard this loud party coming from the next block over, and i thought, "hey, let's crash a party," and so we did. from the beginning, we should have known. i mean, the first person we met at the front door was like a bad, bad version of the old james spader character in those old 80's movies (except this guy didn't look like he was straight out of miami vice and wasn't nearly as cool), so that should have been our cue to leave, but we didn't leave, and we made our way to the back of the house. quickly, lori came up with the idea that none of us could leave until we each had gathered up the names of at least ten people. okay, so i was down with that. i met dan, brian, kevin, anne, jenn, ron, the drunk bitch on the stairs, charlie, and i can't remember the rest. i'm sure i met my ten, but i can't remember the names. they were all a bunch of douchebags, so what was there to remember anyways? this one guy, he was trying to tell me about how his dream in life was to become a lobbyist..... a fucking lobbyist. we laughed at him. he didn't care. meanwhile, keith was going around introducing himself as "unimportant." not "the unimportant," just "unimportant." so when someone would come up to him and say, "hey, man, how's it going? i don't think i caught yer name..." keith would say, "hey, i'm unimportant," which i thought was pretty damn funny 'cos to those people we totally were unimportant, but.... unlike us, they weren't laughing. some people actually got really pissed off. when he told one girl that he was unimportant, she said,"man, that's bullshit. bullshit! i don't know what kind of parties you're used to going to, but that unimportant shit just doesn't fly here. not at this party," and then she ran away. wtf? i think it was around this time that i was talking to the tool named brian (bryan *sp? who knows. we didn't get that intimate to know the spellings of each other's names). this guy, we saw on his motorcycle before we arrived at the party. of course i had at first figured he was cool, i mean, he was on a fucking motorcycle, but then we started talking, and then i realized that he wasn't cool at all. not one bit. not one bit at all. he was telling me about his millions of bar fights and how he was thrown out of a window down in florida for shattering a beer pitcher over some guy's head (which sure surprised the hell out of all of us 'cos none of us can recall ever seeing a beer pitcher that wasn't made out of plastic, not around here anyways, but maybe in florida? who knows). i soon came to the conclusion, though, that the reason why he was getting his ass kicked all over the place was because he is a fuckhead. period. our conversation ended with him demanding that i name every coen brothers film ever made. what can i say, i was drunk. i didn't pass the test, and he walked away muttering something about how i was a complete waste of his time. 12:43 a.m. - 2001-10-22 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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