weekend 'o fun: friday

seriously though, friday got a little out of hand. come along with me as I explore the events of that fateful evening...

the night started out rather slowly, as I found out that our traditional friday gathering at the grad lounge for lots of booze and quesedillas was not going to happen, as some integral members of the gang were going to be out of town for the weekend. however, I had other plans that night, so all was not lost.

I took my lazy ass to the UC loop and caught my regular bus home, where I quickly msn'd (yeah, I verbed it) Marcus to tell him that I would be free whenever the festivities began at his place. He told me to get my ass on the 5:45 bus, and that there would be food waiting for me.

*ate food, had beer*

earlier in the day Marcus had told me that Graeme's lady friend (don't even know if she exists yet...) had other plans, and that she would not, in fact, be spending the evening with us. I lost the bet. needless to say, I held off paying the money until Graeme was sure to be watching. He wasn't happy, but he took it like a champ because let's face it, kid's a trainwreck. perfect example: early in our evening the lady called and said something to the effect of, "did you call me earlier? i thought you called me...?" Graeme's reply, "nope. didn't call." he hung up. not sure who the first person to speak up was, but I'm pretty sure we all said something along the lines of, "you moron, Graeme. she was thinking about you and you blew her off."

anyway, we continued to drink, more people showed up, more booze was had, some carbombs were done, and the stage was set for the drunk dial. Graeme was stupid (or smart, depending on your outlook) enough to give Marcus his phone with the command, "you call her, and you fix this for me!" Marcus obliged. there he is on the phone. he left a polite little message but I'm not sure what came of it because things got a little hazy after that.

that Graeme...god help him, he tries.

eventually we made our way down to Doogie's, where I quickly forgot my social obligations and failed to play wingman for Marcus. but you know what? I was under the influence and I could barely see straight. that's what happens when you give me too much booze. lesson learned.

had way too much to drink, stumbled home after getting the necessary pita, and somehow made it into my bed where I quickly passed out for a solid 7 hours without moving.