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Friday, June 04, 2004

last night

so last night we ate dinner and then pete and i went to 12 galaxies to see his work homie's band play. i had never been to 12 galaxies was pretty nice. they have a few table seats and a large floor, cute stage and a whole 2nd floor where you can see the band or play pool or video games and more seating up there. his friend's band wilfred e eye was pretty good...too bad the place was pretty empty. pete only knew the one guy and so we proceeded to make awkward conversation with him until the show started(it was suggested by pete that only i felt it was awkward and that in fact there was normal conversation being had). i, unfortunetely am really sensitive and self concious, so if i am in any sort of social situation and a bunch of my closest homies aren't around to talk to, i feel shy and uncomfortable. so naturally i proceeded to down a rum and coke, a pbr, another rum and coke, and then a rum and pinapple. i got wasted. when we left there were various ridiculous drunk suggestions made by me that we a). continue partying b)that we go get some falafel and some idle hopes that my boss would hire a fun girl who lives in the city so that i could make a new friend and would have a buddy to party with on wednesday and thursday nights. all these suggestions were met with a slow head shake no by pete and a patronizing smile. tight. i bet i was being so ridiculous. i also remember trying to get pete to race me to my house...i bolted down my street jumping over giant planters as if they were hurdles. To my credit, i cleared all the planters quite gracefully but my cell phone came flying out of my bag and broke into 4 pieces on the sidewalk. i thought that was pretty funny. i would also like to state for the record that this morning is the first time this week that i did NOT wake up with a horrible headache needing to down 3 advil first thing in the morning. Therefore, getting wasted must be good for my head.


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