so maybe a little explanation for last night's entry is called for. Here it is: i was mad. if i could say more i would, but i just can't. walking back last night, i was cognizant of my anger, but it seemed to have no source. i walked back, not thinking about something that was making me mad, i just walked back thinking about the very act of being mad. and listening to the afghan whig's awesome gentlemen album didn't help things either. it's an album full of shit and piss, seething lyrics, scorching guitars, the broken voice of greg dulli painfully singing 10 songs about relationship games, sex, and lost love, the record has me completely floored right now, it's just fucking brilliant. this morning, i seemed to think that i was mad because i was being a jerk and people wanted to be rid of me, but that wasn't the case - or so they'd have me believe.
here's my timeline of yesterday. woke up and i went to sean's for beirut fun, we saw some runners and played more, then saw some more runners at which point i ran into the lovely ladies of across the hall from me next year and andy and some b52 residents. chilled, went back to walsh, sean's was dead, sean and i went to stephs and hung out with her for a while, in steph's room, i saw, and what would not be the last time of the day, a stuffed animal making out with a person. sean was doing dirty things to stephanie with her bear, beary. then sean went home and i went across the hall, gave sarah a beer that would start her long descent into drunkitude at my hands. hung out for a while with sarah's brother and an army of girls, brought over tequila, ate pizza, and sarah and i got wasted. it was some fun, other people would take an occasional shot, but sarah and i were going constantly. of course, i was taking a .75 to her 1.5, but to my credit, i was really drunk at 3pm and never let it go. had a raging headache for most of the day. anyway, drunk fun, that's life was sung by guest vocalist sarah mack. i don't know why that's life almost always ends up getting sung. played some cards talked about shit with the girls drank more tequila. shit, i left my bag there and forgot to pick it up today. don't need it really, but i should get it tomorrow, when i go to sweep the floor. anyway, got, it felt like 3am but was like 9pm, sometime around midnight we left for roncalli.
Here's where things get a little shady. now, this is my account of the night from there on. somehow i arrived at roncalli, sat on the bed, saw a minute of my best friend's wedding, moved to the floor so i could lie down like i so desperately needed to do, i got felicia from brenda's bed, hugged felicia, possibly assaulted kate with felicia, or possibly that's just memories of sean assaulting steph with beary, fell asleep, woke up, left.
i was fine with this version of the story. today i did some shit at odsd, read some, went to chorale, dinner, bostonians, then back to vanderslice for an officer's meeting. during the meeting, adam brought up the voicemail i left the group. "huh? i didn't leave a voicemail." uhoh. apparantly i did, i heard it, and even more puzzling was that in the message i talk to max. "that can't be, i didn't see max at all last night." so yeah, that was confusing. later on in the night i im'd tara to ask if max was there, he was. still no recollection of him though. apparantly, i didn't recollect quite a few things. the time line wasn't so simple as i had thought. on the way to roncalli, i jumped over a hedge and fell. in roncalli, i didn't simply hug felicia, nope, i kissed her a lot. during the movie that i was passed out for, i would repeat the lines just said. max, who wasn't even there woke me up and we talked for a bit. whoops. god knows what else. i'm reassured i was a hilarious mess and not an annoying one. and finally, as tara was telling me about the walk up the higgins stairs, during which i said how beautiful they were and other nonsense, i actually remembered something. i remembered being on those stairs, and then she said i yelled at max who was at the top of stairs. YES, I REMEMBERED MAX. it was a triumph, although i still don't believe he was in roncalli at all, but whatever.
the me being mad thing is weird, but it was short lived and didn't ruin an otherwise perfectly enjoyable day. i came close to my goal of drunk 3-3, made it from 3-2 or so. hurray for marathons.
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