2005-02-22 - 11:40 p.m.
This weekend I got more wasted than is wastedly possible on any wasted-ass day of the week. There were so many shots and beers and bars and boys and girls (all of them with these enormous, hot faces on their heads). Hey, guess what happens when you pick up a tiny Peruvian woman on Sunday? She calls you on Tuesday. WTF, mate? I danced and sang and laughed really, really hard and drank bloody mary's and champagne during the day and hated on boys I used to date and lusted after Nate and missed Liesel even when I was with her and got beligerent with Adam because I think something in our bodily chemistry just makes us that way and watched Susie dance on a bar and watched the liquor slide from the bottom of the cheap, plastic shot glass, under my nose and into my open, drunken mouth more than twice. I ate pizza and tuna melts and pickles and olives and Starbursts and Rolos and pieces of cheese and sushi (from Ecce--it sucked) and that is all.
I had such a great weekend. Sigh.
