Sunday, April 28, 2002
Party crashin |4:36 AM|
I got bamboozled into a therapy session with my folks' shrink. That went well. They say "You look like you're in a lot of pain". I replied that constant headaches would tend to do that to a person. Christ, they were disabling tonight. Like yelling out loud bad at one point. They fade. If I ever made an RPG, and stuck a Cecil character in there, he'd have an Advil meter, making certain a sufficient amount of pain killer was flowing through him at all times.
Then I picked up Derek and we "hit the town". Flame trick subs kicked ass, Miss Fortune is a cutie. Then we got a group of cronies together and started trying to hijack beer from various parties. Being the cool, suave motherfucker I am, I talked to some folks outside the first place, and got a couple names. Unfortunately, though I walked in with perfect confidence, I quickly lost it, and the plan fell apart. You see, we (The 3 on "team a") walked in with a large group of people, but we looked a lot younger then the rest of the party goers, and we attracted attention. I asked the folks looking at us if this was Jason's party. They replied that it was, and the guy next to the woman stared at me with the "Do I know you?" look. Clearly, I had just found Jason. The music might as well have screeched to a stop. I then said we were looking for "Powetta's" party. and turned tail. The guys I was with said I was incredibly impressive up until I bolted. I said that they clearly didn't buy that we belonged there.
From that party, we went to a dying rave, then a frat party. The frat party is where we stole a bunch of forks. Or, more specifically, the other guys stole forks while I looked around for a fictional guy named "Chris Ryans".
Ah, adventure.
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