| And so I'm going to share, with alll of you, the events of last friday. A new friend of mine, Amanda, invited me to a party down in Cincinnati preceded by a sporting game of kickball. We get down there and I meet a very jolly dude with equally jolly chops and get food at a place about the size of a closet...but the fettucine was quite good. Afterwards, we drive down to a park to partake in some pretty awesome kickball. There were, roughly, about 20,000 people there, but it all worked out because I scored somewhere around 50,000 runs and about just as many balls were caught. And, last but not least, I was not picked last.
Then off to the party, where I experienced one of the most surreal nights of my life. What happened after that is a bit of a blur, more surprisingly so because I didn't drink. But I do distinctly remember seeing a group of drunk guys singing Misfits and They Might Be Giants, a dance party at the top of a flight of stairs, hearing "Happy Fucking Birfday, Trevor!!!" at least 20 times(although, I don't believe it was his birthday), skateboarding in the kitchen, and listening to a drunk girl talk about the scar she got on her knee 3 times in the span of 5 minutes. It was a night of equal glee and anxiety, namely from the fact that I didn't recognize a soul there. With the notable exception of a guy named Matt Hemingway, but I barely knew him and I doubt he remembers me or my brother, with whom I know him through.
So, that was my first night out at a quasi-official party, at least one that would be considered so by the average dude. So, what's the big fuss, you ask? Well, for those who know me, the fact that I went to this party while not knowing anyone, is a pretty magnificent accomplishment. Also, borne from that night, is my renewed debate on whether I should abstain from drinking. And the truth is, I came to a conclusion that it's all based on unneccesary fears and such...but ultimately, I'll change my mind every other day, so who knows. I was also horribly inept at meeting new people, which further bolstered my nerdness. I merely roll a 1d4 for social dexterity...and if you don't know what that means, then i rest my case. If that entry wasn't stream of consciousness...then I guess I'm just not trying hard enough. Take care.
-Jake |
