Sunday, August 17, 2003
last night, danny came over and he and i drank some spirits with my roommate chris D. i had a lot of fun. drinking is, it's true, really fun, yet i still only do it once in a blue moon. sometimes i think that, as much as being drunk lowers major social barriers, at the same time, my sobriety is something that i consider my greatest social trait. my general clear-headedness has to be the one thing that i profess to have above most other people. but i dunno.
plus, drunk people act like idiots. i think it's fine being drunk if you're with people who don't care if you're being an idiot, because they're your trusted friends or because they're drunk themselves. it isn't fun, i think, to hang out with a drunk person if you're not drunk, or to be drunk if everyone else is sober... Jay was over at my place tonight, and he had just come from his brother's wedding reception and had had QUITE a lot to drink. it was weird, because the rest of us were sober, and jay was on the couch drooling over Megan, and getting nakeder and nakeder, while the rest of us were trying to watch some TV. it was sort of sad, and the evening kind of had to be terminated.
it's been a hot, icky weekend. and our air conditioner is not really working. tomorrow i call the bastards to get it fixed/replaced.
i think i talk in my sleep. i remember a total of four dreams last night (me a person who almost never remembers dreams), and one of them ended when i woke up saying, "speak to my counselor, please." another one of the dreams involved being in Danny's apartment, and for some reason there was an owl there. another of the dreams involved me driving a bus in Manhattan. i parked the bus in Times Square, and then walked away to some restaurant, and i couldn't find my way back... and i encountered Will Smith, dressed as a decorated military officer, and shouted, "Sir! How do you get to Times Square?!" then i woke up, and i'm pretty sure i actually did shout this.
i say "pop" instead of "soda." i pronounce "caramel" as a two-syllable word. i pronounce "groceries" as "groshries" and not "grossries." for some reason, i've been very self-conscious about these things lately. i guess i've been a bit insecure about being a midwesterner. maybe i just need to go to bed.
plus, drunk people act like idiots. i think it's fine being drunk if you're with people who don't care if you're being an idiot, because they're your trusted friends or because they're drunk themselves. it isn't fun, i think, to hang out with a drunk person if you're not drunk, or to be drunk if everyone else is sober... Jay was over at my place tonight, and he had just come from his brother's wedding reception and had had QUITE a lot to drink. it was weird, because the rest of us were sober, and jay was on the couch drooling over Megan, and getting nakeder and nakeder, while the rest of us were trying to watch some TV. it was sort of sad, and the evening kind of had to be terminated.
it's been a hot, icky weekend. and our air conditioner is not really working. tomorrow i call the bastards to get it fixed/replaced.
i think i talk in my sleep. i remember a total of four dreams last night (me a person who almost never remembers dreams), and one of them ended when i woke up saying, "speak to my counselor, please." another one of the dreams involved being in Danny's apartment, and for some reason there was an owl there. another of the dreams involved me driving a bus in Manhattan. i parked the bus in Times Square, and then walked away to some restaurant, and i couldn't find my way back... and i encountered Will Smith, dressed as a decorated military officer, and shouted, "Sir! How do you get to Times Square?!" then i woke up, and i'm pretty sure i actually did shout this.
i say "pop" instead of "soda." i pronounce "caramel" as a two-syllable word. i pronounce "groceries" as "groshries" and not "grossries." for some reason, i've been very self-conscious about these things lately. i guess i've been a bit insecure about being a midwesterner. maybe i just need to go to bed.
