19 November 2003
Wednesday

Good grief how quickly everything is going! Sunday night had a learning experience that stretched my morals I guess. Monday night I was suicidal in part because the two people that I most wanted at my birthday weren't RSVPing me. And I called one, and he wasn't in the best mood, and it was all bad. I thought I had just lost my best friend so I typed up a quick note, dashed over to his place, and in the process of dashing fell down my staircase so now my side hurts. Lovely. Spent the rest of the evening feeling suicidal and put my buddy Tyler through massive shit. Tuesday was alright. Turned out Jermy got his dates comfused and couldn't make it to dinner. So I ended up having Matt, Durkin, Bill & Erin at my table. Linden, Lenzmeyer, Ito, Anthony and John came by. Ito bought me a shot of Jaegarmeister. Still tastes like cough syrup, but it has its charms. After that I had a Guinness. The guys left, and were replaced by Rejiv and Erin II--the one I angered at a party before when I said that jazz became debased after the 1940s. Anyway, he bought me a shot of Jamisons. Matt made me get a Green Monster. I had no idea what a Green Monster was but relented. I should have known I was in for trouble when Alex's eyes bulged open like I'd never seen before or since.

Well the delightful concoction arrived about the time we were talking about tattoos and piercings and how its probably best not to know if you can't see them directly. Then the Green Monster arrived. A one Litre carafe filled with ice and large amounts of vodka, rum, ginm and Midori for the green. And some orange and pineapple juice. I drank the whole damn thing in sips alternating with a little water. I got really drunk, things were spinning if I moved my head too fast and all that sort of thing. Thats when the h2o and plate of fries came in. Greasy food just really helps out when you're gonna drink. So I was finishing the last third of this green alcoholic liquid Jolly Rancher while sipping h20 and eating fries so as to stay truly fucked up but not nauseous and truly fucked up.

The fun broke up sometime around 11. Total damages $86.01. Bill expertly drove my car home, and I finished the evening off by pissing on a tree (deliberately) and lighting up a cigar. Looked up Dre to show the world me drunk. I stumbled around the place for awhile before making it to my room. Andrew was impressed at how long I lasted. I had a headache and couldn't sit vertically. It was quite fun actually. I IMed with Tyler who is now convinced that I'm bipolar and need help. Oh, and my drunken phone call to Jeremy had him call me a "silly little bitch" the next day. I had a litre of water before bed and woke up the next day without a hangover.

Online explorations revealed some lovely things like that the Organ Clearing House (www.organclearinghouse.com) has updated their site. BTW, I'll take that big Hutchings if someone wants to give it to me.

All in all I learned several things from the whole event. First off, getting shitfaced is REALLY FUN! Dude, I even had the drunken grin going on, its involuntary! Second, I guess I've built up a tolerance. Third and probably the most important, I'm a happy guy deep down. Everybody who knows me well knows of my suicidal tendencies, issues with the Catholic religion, issues with women, and general unease at being in my skin. None of that mattered. It was like God lifted all my burdens for one night and just let me have some fun. And honestly it have me a will to live again. Plus. NO HANGOVER! Goodnight!