Makeout sessions, and bicylce messenger
punks and art school dropouts"
- "Bad Scene, Everyone's Fault" by Jawbreaker.
I went to Veronica/Tracy's party last night. I got shitfuckingfaced. It was amazing. I did a good job of keeping my composure at the party. I talked to this girl named Becky (not Amanda's friend) for most of the night. She's 22, so she was initially a little offput by the fact that I'm still 19. Whatever though, I made up for it with awesomeness. By the end of the night she was marking my drinks on my wrist. So, that meant she had a certain comfort level with me, but she had marked my wrist like 12 times, so I didn't really 100% pick up on it. I really think she was hot, but at the same time I had a slight feeling that she was going out with this dude, Matt, I thought his name was Max the first 2 times he introduced himself. I felt a little bad, but whatever, he's a dude. He can deal with it. Brad was doing a great job at being a wingman. For some reason, towards the end of the night Alex decided it was time for me to go home. I don't know why, but he was cool enough to walk home with me. So that's good. I didn't ask why he wanted me to go home, but I was pretty fucking drunk by that point. But cute girls are very sobering I figured out. I was doing a good job at keeping my composure, when I was hanging out with Becky.
But when I got back home, TOTAL different story. I was fucking sloppy-ass drunk. I woke up this morning not wearing pants...or underwear. I was still wearing my Ramones shirt. Brad told me I was just walking around the house & running into all the walls. & that I threw up all over the bathroom (which I have since cleaned up). But yeah, that was pretty bad, I must admit. I'm definitely holding off on drinking for a while, albeit probably a short while. I woke up drunk. So, you know, that's probably not great.
Still, I'm happy with how last night turned out. I talked to Becky for a long time, almost asked her to dance. I definitely had my coolness switch on. So the party went great, so that's all that matters to me.
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