Okay, I did say I might post more about Halloween eventually. The short, relatively non-gross version, is that I went out to the parade with Jess and a bunch of her friends. We were never able to get close enough to actually see anything, and ended up almost getting crushed and lost in the crowd; but in the end, we came through okay. They all went off to dinner, and I went to meet Josh and his friends at Borders and go out for an evening of drinking. we hit a couple of different bars looking for something exciting; I don't know that we found anything, but we did get fairly trashed. Me more so than anyone else. There was some unfortunately puking in the middle of the night, and I've been on a hiatus from drinking ever since. The end.

( Pictures! (Not of puking.) )

Done with work forever!! Well, done with this work forever, unless I can't get another job, in which case they'll totally rehire me. How do I know? Because jessiethejester has now been promoted and will be the new cafe manager, and she said so; also because, she said, despite never ever saying anything nice to me (or anything other than writing me up, in fact) the store management loved me. The hell? Stupid Borders.

Anyway, done with that now.

Last night was fabulous, even if I don't remember it. It's not that I blacked out or anything, it's just all pretty blurry and I don't think I was paying much attention. As it turns out, I really like gin and tonics. Who knew? Karaoke RULEZ! Oh, and the boy came out with us; having my boyfriend meet all of my older sister's friends for drinks made me feel wierdly adult. The hell? Again.

I've had a headache and been kinda ill all day. Gosh, I had my first hangover.

Big plans for the next few days. Fun times. Oh yeah. Ana tomorrow; Jess, Jen and Margot after that; Seth's thingybob on Tuesday. And somewhere in there, applying to jobs. Good times!

I think tonight was pretty fun, but I could be wrong. I'm still kinda drunk.

Tomorrow is my last day of work, woo! Let's see if I even make it. heeheehee.

I'd like to point out, that Rachel and I actually went out places two nights in a row. For reals!

Tonight was pretty cool, except I think I might puke. Stupid vodka. Luckily, I have the best sister ever. Oh, and Arrested Development is funny.

So last night was the senior week trip to Jake Ivory's, a piano bar in Boston. Early in the night I had an amaretto sour and a midouri sour, and they didn't affect me at all; later in the night I had a kamikaze, which got me a bit... silly... and then a tequilla sunrise. Which got me drunk off my ass. I don't think I've ever been that trashed before--but I was with friends I trusted to get me home safely, and they did, so it wasn't such a problem. I wasn't drunk to the point of being ill and have no hangover; and, as I tried to explain last night, it was the weirdest drunk I've ever been.

Generally speaking, the first thing that happens is that I get dizzy, at which point I stop drinking because whatever I've had will catch up to me. After the dizziness, I lose my balance, find everything funny, and tell everyone within ear shot that I love them, and my thoughts get... incoherent. Last night, the only thing that happened was loss of balance, and even that wasn't very bad, and there was no diziness with it. I just couldn't stop talking. I have no idea what I was talking about for the most part, but I do recall that I didn't shut up for something like a hour straight, so that must have been special.

The trip was a lot of fun, though. Mod 10 hung out and danced. Dan, obviously, joined us for much of the night. The drinks were good, if expensive. The band was a bit over the top (I'm sorry, but Eminem doesn't really work on the piano) but was also very good and I enjoyed the whole thing a lot.

Today... should be spent packing. But probably won't be. Aha.

Jake Ivory's rules!!!! im so trashed ahahah tequila is ufn. i bet i regret this entry tomorrow but imthe weirddst drunk ive ever been. i still can think ok but have like no motoro skills at all and papparently that includes typos too. but tonight was fun & tequila is yummy ahahahahaha dan is taking care of me cuz hes nice.

ok is hsould stop (originally typed 'thomo' but dan made me hange it) now because im still a litle trashed. yay class of 2005!!!!!! yay mod ten!!! yay exclamation points!!!! ahahah it's ok cuayse im 21.

Phil: "I Just successfully hurt myself putting on my pajamas."

Me: "Blah blah blah glucose." ahaha it was funny in context. and sam thinks jewlery is confidende! um i mean confidence is the best jewlerly; what's funny is how many words i think to correct instead of leave as they are.most of them i leave which is why this is so hard to read probably ahahahahaha.

wow im trashed!!!! ok good night. i will so regret this tomorrow.

With the exception of the fact that I just walked into a barrier that I couldn't see and smashed the hell out of my knees (like my knee needed that...), today was also a very good day.

Yesterday: Six Flags, best friend bonding with Leah; evening with the boy.
Today: Last huzzah for Boston with the boy (walked basically all over the damn city), luch at the Middle East (damn good coffee), dinner with boy, Jeremy, Sarah, Paul and Paul's friend. It's vaguely odd to hang out with Paul (let alone drink) but was a good time.

Now: ModFest? I really have no interest but wouldn't mind partying with friends. Hrrrrm.

My knee hurts.

it's over, my whole boris' career (minus UTC banquet). I just... man.

The party was at my mod again, and went well, though we have a shitload of cleaning to do tomorrow. At least we got JLS to clean the whole pie he threw at Jeremy (which was hilarious) and the beer he kept spilling (as he was rather drunk).

I have so fucking much work to do this week it isn't even funny, but (sob) no show to take up my time.

I love everyone so much.

im home from new york and i went out with my suite and im maybe a liiiiiiiiittle bit drunk. heeheeheeheehee!

see i can still type okay and catch typos mostly but i dont seem to care about caps or punctuation. which for me is like using hardcore netspeak or something.

heeheeheehee margaritas are yummy!!!

rocked.

The day was shaping up to be pretty lame; I slept in a lot, and when I got up, spend the day working on getting some fics archived for the Refuge. For hours. But at least there was a marathon of What Not To Wear on. But sometime a little before nine, Sarah called to say that a few people were going to hit Common Ground (Ithaca's idea of a hip club) tonight for the holiday, and I should come, so I did.

It was... quite fun. There were four of us (me, Sarah, Kat and Tim) and though the cover charge was pretty ridiculous (being a New Year party and all) there was good food for the party, the actual drinks were cheap-ish, and they handed out silly hats and noisemakers. (I now have a bright green sailor cap. Why? Well, alcohol may have had something to do with it.)

It was also a feeling of, wow, we can actually go out, something my group of friends is remarkably bad at. Hanging out usually means at Sarah's house. But this was going out and being social somewhere, and was quite fun. (Again, the alcohol may have had something to do with that.)

We also hung out at Sarah's for quite awhile afterwards, as all of us but Kat (who DDed) needed some time to sober up before driving home. And it was generally lovely, and probably the best New Year's Eve I've ever had. If the year continues like this, I'll be amazed and thrilled. Because so far, 2005 rocks.

(Psst. Refuge people. The fics are up, on time and everything.)

Mmm. Had a fun, if very different, night. Long day. Exhausted. Sleep now. The end.