My poor liver. It's had a rough couple of days.
First came the Dr.Hook concert on Friday night and a good time was had by all. Unfortunately I have no idea if he got Sylvia's Mother right this time around 'cuz I was probably on my fourth or fifth cup of draft by then, and I'd had two self poured white russians before I even got there, so basically, he was halfway through the song before I even realized that he was singing it and I was so busy talking to Jerry that I missed the rest of it, not that I have any idea what we were talking about, but I'm sure I knew at the time, so that's all that counts. There was also a moment in time that I wondered aloud when he was going to play Cover of the Rolling Stone, and we all stopped, listened, and realized that he was playing it right then, but it was some kinda funky version so it was a little less recognizable, but still, not one of my brightest moments, funny though. But yeah, all in all it was a pretty good night, from what I can remember.
The next day at school, however, was not such a good time, I went through about three hours of moving very slowly, any quick movement lead to dizziness and an overwhelming feeling of nausea, luckily I lived through it and didn't even go home early, yay me! Saturday night consisted of napping, more napping and eventually some sleeping.
And then came Sunday.
Bryce picked up Jordi and myself at around 1:30, we made punch, watched Super Troopers and Club Dread and waited for the fun to start.
The turnout was smaller than in past years, but I was good with that, the right people were there and that's all that matters, and we didn't have to worry about any stupidity which was nice.
That sure was some sneaky punch this year. I was fine for the longest time and then, not so much. I can't even pin point the moment it hit me, it was so sudden, and I know I'm not the only one it snuck up on, but I made a new friend (as I tend to do at most gatherings where alcohol is present) and have Dana's phone number written across my stomach, and somehow Snaz's face found it's way into my cleavage on more than one occasion (I never saw it coming either), I also got to enjoy the humour of Bryce and Steven cock-blocking Jameel, and listening to him bitch about it while trying my best not to go cross-eyed. The one moment I could do without was when Bryce jumped onto the hide-a-bed between me and Warren, and he was naked, luckily the lights were out. Oh and Vince didn't show.
Dallas had a pretty cool shirt.
Today was pretty mellow, Warren (my name isn't fucking Warren) got up and left earlier, I think I heard Snaz leave too, Bryce got up and came and crawled onto the hide-a-bed with me at which point we proceeded to nap some more, Schwing stopped by for a visit and Warren eventually came back, and he brought food. What's better than one bacon double cheeseburger? Two bacon double cheeseburgers (for five bucks). We watched Along Came Polly and Zoolander and I eventually made it home, poor Bryce will be writing his physics test soon.
The only real downside to this past weekend is that I broke many a nail, which means I have to fix them now, and I'm covered with random injuries; bruises and scrapes and only the punch knows where they came from.
Bryce thinks Marsha Brady's hot.
Happy Anniversary Lisa!
First came the Dr.Hook concert on Friday night and a good time was had by all. Unfortunately I have no idea if he got Sylvia's Mother right this time around 'cuz I was probably on my fourth or fifth cup of draft by then, and I'd had two self poured white russians before I even got there, so basically, he was halfway through the song before I even realized that he was singing it and I was so busy talking to Jerry that I missed the rest of it, not that I have any idea what we were talking about, but I'm sure I knew at the time, so that's all that counts. There was also a moment in time that I wondered aloud when he was going to play Cover of the Rolling Stone, and we all stopped, listened, and realized that he was playing it right then, but it was some kinda funky version so it was a little less recognizable, but still, not one of my brightest moments, funny though. But yeah, all in all it was a pretty good night, from what I can remember.
The next day at school, however, was not such a good time, I went through about three hours of moving very slowly, any quick movement lead to dizziness and an overwhelming feeling of nausea, luckily I lived through it and didn't even go home early, yay me! Saturday night consisted of napping, more napping and eventually some sleeping.
And then came Sunday.
Bryce picked up Jordi and myself at around 1:30, we made punch, watched Super Troopers and Club Dread and waited for the fun to start.
The turnout was smaller than in past years, but I was good with that, the right people were there and that's all that matters, and we didn't have to worry about any stupidity which was nice.
That sure was some sneaky punch this year. I was fine for the longest time and then, not so much. I can't even pin point the moment it hit me, it was so sudden, and I know I'm not the only one it snuck up on, but I made a new friend (as I tend to do at most gatherings where alcohol is present) and have Dana's phone number written across my stomach, and somehow Snaz's face found it's way into my cleavage on more than one occasion (I never saw it coming either), I also got to enjoy the humour of Bryce and Steven cock-blocking Jameel, and listening to him bitch about it while trying my best not to go cross-eyed. The one moment I could do without was when Bryce jumped onto the hide-a-bed between me and Warren, and he was naked, luckily the lights were out. Oh and Vince didn't show.
Dallas had a pretty cool shirt.
Today was pretty mellow, Warren (my name isn't fucking Warren) got up and left earlier, I think I heard Snaz leave too, Bryce got up and came and crawled onto the hide-a-bed with me at which point we proceeded to nap some more, Schwing stopped by for a visit and Warren eventually came back, and he brought food. What's better than one bacon double cheeseburger? Two bacon double cheeseburgers (for five bucks). We watched Along Came Polly and Zoolander and I eventually made it home, poor Bryce will be writing his physics test soon.
The only real downside to this past weekend is that I broke many a nail, which means I have to fix them now, and I'm covered with random injuries; bruises and scrapes and only the punch knows where they came from.
Bryce thinks Marsha Brady's hot.
Happy Anniversary Lisa!
