Friday night it was supposed to be
So we polished off a large bottle of sangria between the six of us, and then Jake's household left. So the four of us went to Butch Kohl's, found the scene lame after waiting forever to get a freakin' round, and started bar hopping. We went down Route 27 almost all the way to New Brunswick, the hip happening place far off in the distance that I kept on telling Pete we wouldn't drive all the way out to. We drove through Woodbridge, past Schoolteacher Cheryl's latest digs, past Emily's house, past a parking lot where Cat Eye and I fooled around, finally ending at the Polo Pub in Highland Park.
Earlier today the

So on Saturday, I was attending a dinner party at April and
"Emeril kicked it up a notch too much."
-windexcowboy, having just puked
So five comes and goes, no sign of her. Five thirty, I am sitting in the Friendly's parking lot waiting for a sign. After six, I finally heard from her. She had been up until after eight in the morning, chatting with some married guy in upstate New York. So she was still showering, getting dressed, and not yet ready by the time we were already supposed to have been there. Yes, I was a half-hour late. But we ended up being over two hours late in the end. So her mother and I, who hadn't seen each other in a decade, chatted for a long time while
"I'm a mercenary kind of person."
-Melissa
So we showed up well after dinner was served, but the non-salad stuff had been kept hot and was great. Mike and Lindsey, cool to see as always, brought these amazing heart-attack inducing taco-ette thingees. Great shit.
After everyone else left, we spent a while sitting around with them watching the joys of Ika being prepared for purposes other than sushi. The two gracious hosts headed to bed, and we crashed in Corrine's room, a place I had crashed at a couple of times. She insisted on the floor, I insisted on the floor perpendicular to her under Pokemon sheets with my head on a giant Pikachu. I got to ogle her amazing legs as she walked about, which were really smooth to boot. Eventually I positioned myself next to her burping body, rubbing her back as her stomach went psycho. We woke up, and eventually went for breakfast/lunch with
Fox's Joe Millionaire Disney sequence was the funniest thing I've seen all day.
I got to
It was brought up that I was ahead of my time, eating plantations while young.
I had a Slurpee on my way there, and a Slurpee on the way back, so I was burping like
So I came, I saw, I kicked rear. I've learned not to settle for less then happiness, I'm just working on grabbing it. While the fountain of knowledge remains the same for me as it does for another, I didn't bruise someone's mouth and I didn't get tons of fun. While I need to return to the true me, I will avoid the bad parts of the old me, and find the future me. Like Sean Fletcher, without the canvas in the harbor.
Oh yeah, and Ron and Fez and Eddie Trunk are no longer going to be playing in my car. I am going to be making much more use of my CD player.