Do I dare disturb the universe?
Jul. 27th, 2004 04:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
grammargirlOkay, so. The past several days have gone by in a blur of crazywonderfulwhatthehellisgoingonhere and just plain weirdness that escapes my ability to describe except by way of a largely unchronological and thoroughly random bulleted list, except really it's an asterisked list because I am far too lazy for HTML bullets.
And but so:
*The winner for Most Surreal Moment goes to Sunday afternoon, when in the midst of walking Haley suddenly swerved over to the edge of the sidewalk and picked up, I kid you not, a ziplock baggie containing close to an eighth of really good pot, just sort of hanging around waiting for us to come find it. And then we smoked it.
*Haley and I saw a statue of what she thought was a robot and what I thought was an old-fashioned armored knight, holding up a big metal grill, just chilling on South University. No, seriously. This was before the weed, I promise.
*On Saturday night, Haley and I decided that getting drunk and dancing were very much in order. A margarita, a Dirty Girl Scout, and a Stop Light later, after overhearing some truly cringe-worthy conversation from the gathering of drunken frat boys and sorority girls at the next table, we were wandering in the general direction of the Heidelberg when Haley, with an evil glint in her eye, said, "Hey, you should call Brooks and invite him to come with us. Tell him we'll buy him a soda or something." [side note: Brooks has more food allergies than anyone I've ever met before, alcohol (or rather, I think, the ingredients used in the distillation of alcohol) being one of them. We're talking enough allergies that he made a web site about what he can and can't eat. It's amazing.] Being, well, fairly drunk at this point and thus significantly more susceptible to impulse than usual, I did just that.
*We spent the next couple hours dancing to a fantastically drug-addled Grateful Dead cover band while Haley got hit on by a midget wearing a bandana.
*Seriously.
*Flash forward: sitting on my couch at something like 2 in the morning, I realized that I didn't have any sheets on my bed, having stripped them off earlier in the day in hopes that I might actually do laundry. The following conversation ensued:
Me: Oh crap, I don't have any sheets on my bed.
Haley: Why don't you just come over and spend the night at my place? I have a comfy bed. We can get breakfast tomorrow.
Me: Sounds like a plan.
Haley: Hey Brooks, wanna join us?
Brooks: Sure, I don't have anything going on tomorrow.
Haley and Me: *boggle*
*Let me just reiterate here: Brooks came with us to listen to terrible music and then came home with us, without even needing to be cajoled? Um, what?
*And then he went out to breakfast with us, despite the fact that doing so required the consumption of a big handful of pills so as not to experience death by restaurant food.
*Dude. Haley found a bag of weed on the sidewalk. And we smoked it.
*Sunday night found Matt the Fratboy walking me home for the last time before his move to Denver. As soon as we walked out of his apartment I knew I was going to kiss him; I didn't realize until he took my hand and led me inside my apartment, however, just how little self-control I cared to retain. So I guess I'm officially going to hell. Damn, I'm going to miss that boy.
*Yesterday sucked a lot. And then I went to trivia and was on Brooks's team and we won first place and my world was suddenly a much more pleasant place to be.
*Aubs and Haley and I took a post-trivia trip to Brooks's house for strategic music-stealing purposes. The poor boy was exposed to concentrated levels of girlpack psychosis and he didn't even flinch.
*He referenced "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" in casual conversation. My knees came terribly close to seceding from the rest of my body.
*At some still vaguely reasonable hour, Aubs and Haley oh-so-subtly excused themselves, conveniently leaving the two of us to have one of those conversations where I didn't even notice the passage of time until two hours later, when my throat was so dry from talking that I kept coughing and it got to that magical point of lateness that my ability to string a sentence together took a serious hit. We bonded over Cowboy Bebop and Pretentious Literature and oh my god the entire time I wanted so badly to pin him to the couch and have my way with him, floodpants and all.
*I'm gonna be really obnoxious about this for a while. Sorry.
*On second thought, nope, not sorry at all. Rather giddy, in fact.
Work? What is this work of which you speak?
And but so:
*The winner for Most Surreal Moment goes to Sunday afternoon, when in the midst of walking Haley suddenly swerved over to the edge of the sidewalk and picked up, I kid you not, a ziplock baggie containing close to an eighth of really good pot, just sort of hanging around waiting for us to come find it. And then we smoked it.
*Haley and I saw a statue of what she thought was a robot and what I thought was an old-fashioned armored knight, holding up a big metal grill, just chilling on South University. No, seriously. This was before the weed, I promise.
*On Saturday night, Haley and I decided that getting drunk and dancing were very much in order. A margarita, a Dirty Girl Scout, and a Stop Light later, after overhearing some truly cringe-worthy conversation from the gathering of drunken frat boys and sorority girls at the next table, we were wandering in the general direction of the Heidelberg when Haley, with an evil glint in her eye, said, "Hey, you should call Brooks and invite him to come with us. Tell him we'll buy him a soda or something." [side note: Brooks has more food allergies than anyone I've ever met before, alcohol (or rather, I think, the ingredients used in the distillation of alcohol) being one of them. We're talking enough allergies that he made a web site about what he can and can't eat. It's amazing.] Being, well, fairly drunk at this point and thus significantly more susceptible to impulse than usual, I did just that.
*We spent the next couple hours dancing to a fantastically drug-addled Grateful Dead cover band while Haley got hit on by a midget wearing a bandana.
*Seriously.
*Flash forward: sitting on my couch at something like 2 in the morning, I realized that I didn't have any sheets on my bed, having stripped them off earlier in the day in hopes that I might actually do laundry. The following conversation ensued:
Me: Oh crap, I don't have any sheets on my bed.
Haley: Why don't you just come over and spend the night at my place? I have a comfy bed. We can get breakfast tomorrow.
Me: Sounds like a plan.
Haley: Hey Brooks, wanna join us?
Brooks: Sure, I don't have anything going on tomorrow.
Haley and Me: *boggle*
*Let me just reiterate here: Brooks came with us to listen to terrible music and then came home with us, without even needing to be cajoled? Um, what?
*And then he went out to breakfast with us, despite the fact that doing so required the consumption of a big handful of pills so as not to experience death by restaurant food.
*Dude. Haley found a bag of weed on the sidewalk. And we smoked it.
*Sunday night found Matt the Fratboy walking me home for the last time before his move to Denver. As soon as we walked out of his apartment I knew I was going to kiss him; I didn't realize until he took my hand and led me inside my apartment, however, just how little self-control I cared to retain. So I guess I'm officially going to hell. Damn, I'm going to miss that boy.
*Yesterday sucked a lot. And then I went to trivia and was on Brooks's team and we won first place and my world was suddenly a much more pleasant place to be.
*Aubs and Haley and I took a post-trivia trip to Brooks's house for strategic music-stealing purposes. The poor boy was exposed to concentrated levels of girlpack psychosis and he didn't even flinch.
*He referenced "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" in casual conversation. My knees came terribly close to seceding from the rest of my body.
*At some still vaguely reasonable hour, Aubs and Haley oh-so-subtly excused themselves, conveniently leaving the two of us to have one of those conversations where I didn't even notice the passage of time until two hours later, when my throat was so dry from talking that I kept coughing and it got to that magical point of lateness that my ability to string a sentence together took a serious hit. We bonded over Cowboy Bebop and Pretentious Literature and oh my god the entire time I wanted so badly to pin him to the couch and have my way with him, floodpants and all.
*I'm gonna be really obnoxious about this for a while. Sorry.
*On second thought, nope, not sorry at all. Rather giddy, in fact.
Work? What is this work of which you speak?
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Date: 2004-07-27 03:24 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-07-28 09:49 am (UTC)I've added you back--I've been writing pretty much 50/50 public vs. friends locked entries recently, so there should be quite a bit more there for you to read now.
Yeah, Brooks is pretty skinny. But that's how I like my boys, so it works out fine for me. :)
Anyway, welcome to the insanity!
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Date: 2004-08-01 10:33 am (UTC)