Consummated Randomness

Does it really kill your brain cells?

Well my birthday came! and my birthday went! I'd like to sit here and tell you how I finished off the whole bottle of tequila and ate the worm and hallucinated and was so insanely drunk that I threw up and then had more drinks but I can not tell a lie. What actually happened was that I went to Chili's and have three margaritas that were strong as fuck and then came back here and opened up the 21 year old bottle of tequila--let's just say tequila doesn't age quite like wine. Many people commented on it smelling like old library books...I wouldn't know because I couldn't smell, but I did make a margarita with it and it tasted fine, mind you this was after I had numerous drinks and upside down margaritas. As for the vomiting...there was none. Around 1230 or so people started dropping like flies and heading home, then Nicole and I had a very long conversation while smoking on the back porch and then around 130 I finally snuggled up in bed with my Shrezzie which no doubt was the perfect ending to my 21st b-day. My birthday celebrations did not really end that night--in fact I have altered my state of mind with alcohol and other stuff every day and/or night since then. And last night I did the unthinkable and went to Cluck-U, of all straight bars, dressed in my bright ass pink and blue and got pretty darned drunk alongside Nicole. Nicole, however, got more drunk then she had wanted to and ended up making love to a toilet bowl later in the night. Fun Stuff.

Today Nicole and I woke up still a bit intoxicated and cleaned the kitchen (it was a complete fucking mess and we left food out all night, GROSS) then she went to play soccer with a hang-over and I started dinner and then went to lay out by the pool while I did some catch-up reading for school. Which brings me back to here, where I sit writing this, a little upset, because I'm cooking a really elaborate southern meal for my roomies and my southern boy but I just learned that he won't be returning from N'awlins till about 9 or 930 tonight which will be too late for the rest of us to wait for dinner. So it will just be the roomies and Lil for dinner and Shrezzie for dessert. LOL..yum yum. I can handle that. I just want to see him because, except for our minute and 37 second conversation about ten minutes ago, I haven't seen nor talked to him since Wednesday night.

Anyways, I better go tend to the brisket and get the other stuff ready to cook. I'll update again soon, but in the meantime I've got a lot of shit to do before Thursday, when hopefully I'll be going to Savannah, GA for a debauchery filled night on St. Patty's day. And unlike most people who do it, I will actually be saying "kiss me, I'm Irish" with sincerity because I am part Irish for real.

Oh PS for those of you who read about the pains I endured during the middle of February writing that huge paper for my political theory class...it paid off, I got an A on it. YAY. And also all those mid-terms I was studying for...top of class scores in all of them. I'm so super when I apply myself...Just need motivation. So in American Idol fashion... GQ outttttttttttttttttttt.

posted by RPF @ 2:03 PM