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wow.  i'm getting super bad at this.

rewind

tuesday: was it really tuesday?  i did some stuff and then went to katie's where a bunch of us did a powerhour before guster.  then we went to see guster: eh.  i mean, not bad, but eh.  after guster i came home and had a nap.  then we ordered pizza here in the room and went to denise's mod for a few games of beirut and then off to 1661 for some partying.  my partying didn't last long as i went to hannah's and started the crow but it broke so we watched suicide kings.

wednesday: hmm, i did something before the chorale banquet, this much i know.  but what was it?  think brian think.  ahh shit.  c'mon, i know i can do this.  hmm, oh YEAH.  i watched dirty work with darren, and then i was sketchy with katie and amy.  then i came home and showered and suited up for chorale.  went to andy's for the junior pregame, had a few stiff ones and then kicked it on down to the hyatt harborside.  dinner was good, brenda and i won chorale boozer (both the non-numerical winners, but deserved nonetheless).  then i went through different levels of consciousness sitting at the table, which was not unlike banquet 2 years ago where i went through different levels of consciousness lying under the table.  then i woke up and accidentally got a little freaky.  oh, i also prodded myself with an imaginary tazer multiple times.  then came the busride home, which i painfully forced myself to stay awake through because had i passed out it would've equaled an ungood time.  we made it back, i hung out in 829 a bit and then went to the president's breakfast ever so briefly because it sucked.  then was time to kick it to bed.

thursday: c'mon, this was yesterday... i can do this.  i wasted a LOT of time.  oh, went to mcdonald's with some of the 1629 collective.  then wasted time.  and then wasted more time until we went to college sub.  then there was a private party in my bedroom and 5 of 1629 and dan went candlepin bowling with the meanest dumb bitch old lady bowling alley woman ever, who was trying to chase us out from the moment we walked in.  Team Chorale (alternate team names withheld) of dan me and brenda won handily against team grids (tara darren tim) twice.  then the losers bought the winners ice cream at white mountain and i came home and lovingly fell asleep.

friday: woke up early and wrote.  and wrote.  and went to see hollywood ending with dan.  it was fun, not great, but it was woody allen, and very entertaining woody allen at that.  also, dan and i were the only people under 50 in the whole theatre.  came back home, kicked it to dinner with team grids.  we were in lower for ever and had a long conversation about boobs.  once back home i finally showered and then suited up to go to the ad frank show.  dropped tim off at cleaveland circle, picked up hannah at lower and drove on down to central square.  not interested in seeing no name opening bands for a band i had never heard before, hannah and i walked around central square a bit.  this included multiple passes by Man Ray some hardcore gay club that had so much pleather the cows of the world must have wept with joy.  on one pass we saw some dude in a high slit red dress, and that was going to be the winner.  until the next pass, where we saw another man in a big black dress holding hands with a midget in a wig.  no contest.  we went into TTs and sat at the bar till ad frank came out.  saw steve and gary and then watched ad frank.  boy they were good.  can't wait to get my grubby little hands on some cds.  went back to hannah's for a bit, then walking back to my car i found a five dollar bill on the street and, after making sure no one was watching, i picked it up.  that was awesome.

tomorrow: laundry laundry laundry.  also, i think i'm going to see sweeney todd with some kids and then of course is bostonians final banquet.  word to your moms.