Sharpies, Sign-In Cards, and a "Boy" Named Rex

Attack of the Stream of Consciousness!

I was at the Thunderdome attending the Party of Pure Awesomeness. Details that may interest you:

-The pong table was incredible.
-I had a Killian's and a shot of Smirnoff on a full stomach. That leaves my BAC through this at very nearly zero.
-I wrote some notes after I pissed Emily off. They're going in this post.
-The Rex I'm referring to is Rex Mann, a short white boy who, and I quote, has "a big black woman in him trying to claw her way out." He didn't sound gay; he sounded like a woman. Scary shit.

I'd been looking forward to going and getting hammered for two weeks. Friday I suddenly had no desire to drink. I took it as a good sign. Through the party I got increasingly happier with my decision to sell my fifth. I'd have cleaned it out if it belonged to me.
So I ended up saying some stupid shit that caused Emily to overreact and I once again hated the species, but you know what?

I CAN SAY WHATEVER THE FUCK I WANT AND I WILL ALWAYS GET AWAY WITH IT

And yet I never let myself get away with anything...
But hey, the dog was cute.

Amusingly enough, I could have stayed home and had a good night. I'd have gone to Metropolis with Crystal and Angela. I'd still have gas in my car. I'd have a fifth of good vodka in my room. Andrew would not owe me money.
-A note on Andrew: He pointed out that maybe the plane ticket was a waste. He could have stayed in CT and dealt with the drunks and not paid for it. I dunno... Can't say I blame him.

I also came to the conclusion that it's damn good drugs are so expensive. I'd shoot heroine if it was free, but my love of money keeps me on the straight and narrow most of the time. I'm really happy about being so greedy sometimes.

Some people should pay up.
Glenn - $24, concert ticket.
Andrew - $15, vodka and gas.
Alicia - $9, various.
I want my damn money. I want it soon.

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