"vomit free since '93" - Ted

matty-boy - who has been my little baby darling ever since freshman year (i refuse to use the word 'frosh') - is growing up and turned 20 on saturday. as is custom, we forced him to take us out for a round of drinks, an aphrodisiac platter and calamaris, and since anthony arrived more than hour late, we made a pact to get him drunk. we succeeded and enjoyed the way he would skip to the toilet and wave his arms in the air.

drinking with guys is always an experience i find amusing. not only do they get more abusive in their name-calling but they also seem to think that since i am a girl they must make indecent proposals towards me. they were kidding obviously but no one should aspire to makeout with me, that's just wrong. and having guys yell 'fuck you' towards your general direction all night long and then send you off to your car with 'fuck you whore' isn't very lovely (people shouldn't cuss, very unattractive). this is why i won't date them. anthony's an exception - but obviously it just won't work out between us. anthony's my 'let's-get-high-and-wave-our-hands-side-to-side-and-eat-chicken' buddy. we even gaily sang along at the top of our lungs to the pink men on stage singing Aerosmith and cheesy lovey/heartbreak songs.

and when you're high (i refuse to use the word 'drunk' because it connotes the image of head-over-toilet-bowl-puking-guts-out, and i was far from that) from countless hellbangers, martinis, beers and the godzilla icecream thingy, you should never ever touch your phone. all the poor random people i texted must have thought me psycho. you know who you are, my apologies to you all. heh.