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Saturday, September 21, 2002 @ 1:17 PM
Last night... I really wasn't sure I wanted to go to Parag's party, b/c I knew it was just another boring kegger. But I thought it would be really good for me to bond with the Guerilla people... you know... make some new friends... it always sounds good in theory.
So... It was hysterical. I had two green Jell-O shots. Which I think means I forfeit my $60 from Katie... but I wouldn't have accepted her money anyway... I'm more concerned that she'll be disappointed with me... =( ... Anyway, so Parag gave me a beer glass, but I repeatedly traded my full cups for other people's empty cups, so people thought I was getting as drunk as them. First I traded with Dan, then with Amanda - several times. So I never actually drank any beer at all. I wasn't even buzzed, but I thought it would be fun to act drunk along with everyone else. I really did feel tired and my stomach kinda hurt. I think I'm never going to shake the psychosomatic effects of alcohol... even a little feels like it's eating my stomach lining. I talked to strangers and helped Amanda and Kim get hooked up, bonded with Sara Jesse, and then went for Subway with Dan and Amanda just before they closed for the night. All along, everyone thought I was completely wasted. It was kinda fun, but I feel a little guilty... like I'm a liar... or something. Hope no one reading this gets pissed at me... I really don't think I want to go to anymore keggers. Drinking can be really fun with friends, but it's lost on strangers. Many factors contribute to this for me, one of which is that I'm not likely to make a lasting impression on the strangers. They all remember Dan but they forget me. I'm much more likely to become friends with the people in my classes, and the rest of the Guerillas. And, I suppose another reason is that most people go to keggers to try to hook up - and while I may be technically available, I don't feel like I am. I'm probably going to have to put some thought into what further implications that carries, but right now the realization just makes my head swim.
And does anyone actually think that "w" can sometimes be a vowel?
I didn't think so. You have no idea what you're talking about, Dan and Matt, you stupid fcucks. =)
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