Dress Jeans

I finally recovered from that burger late Saturday afternoon. It was epic. I'm actually in a bit of denial as to how hot it was. My memory is blocking the sheer horror of that sauce. It was challenging. Physically, mentally and emotionally. I'm glad that I tried it.

Saturday night I drank too much and got really drunk. It was at a joint 25th birthday party. It was a pretty fun sort of a night. A couple of weird things happened, but that's why you go!

The first thing that happened was that I was talking to one of the hosts of the party. I've known him a little while, and we were conversing about something unimportant, just shooting the shit. I knew it wasn't the most thrilling conversation, but I was still shocked when he turned around mid-sentence and started talking to some girl. I couldn't believe it. I don't think that I'm that boring! I wasn't even that drunk yet. It was the height of rudeness, and I was dumb founded. I stood there for a minute, wondering if perhaps he was going to just say hi, then come back to me. Or perhaps introduce me. Or even acknowledge that our time together had ended. But he didn't. It wasn't even like he was trying to chat this girl up! It was just plain rude. That's the way the cookie crumbles though. His loss. The fucking non-practicing homosexual.

Anyways. I consoled myself by chewing my way through a rainbow of jelly shots. Apparently they can be quite potent. I didn't think that they could be. I thought that the alochol made it tough for them to become solid. Things started to go a little bit haywire soon after this.

I was talking to some dude, he was telling me that his name was Pred. Or Prad. I couldn't figure it out, and I'm still struggling with it. For some reason he reminded me of Bernard Fanning. I'm not sure why though, because I'm reasonably certain the he didn't have long hair, a scraggle beard or a mustard suit on. Maybe it was the way he spoke. Anyways, he was forced to engage with an intoxicated Robb Musgrave. Lucky guy!

Eventually it became late, and it was time for Ria and I to leave. We walked with some other people up to Caxton Street. It was at this point that things became extremely hazy for me. Extremely hazy being that I have no recollection about anything. Ria tells me that we had some Windmill pizza and Gatorade and that we were served by 5 different people. She tells me that I was sprouting the usual to random people. Apparently there was an Irish girl who said something nice to us, which caused me to say something completely inappropriate in return. Oh well.

Needless to say I didn't feel well the next day. Ria and I didn't emerge from her bedroom until after midday. We had breakfast around 1:30. Then Ria picked up some new shades because she broke her old ones. Then we did nothing for a while. Then the storm came. Then we had KFC. Then we went back to Ria's. Then I finished my book. Then I went to sleep. Then it was today.