February 12, 2005
i received my degree a couple of days ago. that makes the second to the last nail in my coffin. after i walk... there i go. shit. graduating SUCKS. especially when you dont know what you want to do. you'd think that after four years of university you'd figure out what you'd want to do with your life. NOPE. you just get to sit on your ass and twiddle your thumbs and think to yourself... "so. THAT was fun. what's next?" and let me tell you here and now.... not a great feeling.

in other news.... the Unwritten Law show was SO FUCKING AWESOME!!!!! and i'm lovin the new album. like as in... LOVING IT!!! as in... it's on my "not a single track skipped" list. woopee!

but here's the interesting story....

So MARDI GRAS.... was a blast. and to think that i was about to flake. it was like a Real World episode. it starts out at Happy Hour at On the Border with a Cowboy, a hot blonde, a slut, a fag, and the not-so-normal normal guy (for future reference, we'll address these people as Todd, Dani, Wendy, Mark, and Brian) The night starts with a few margaritas and tacos, and Todd barfing all over the table. a couple of hours later, the alkie finally comes around (for this story, we'll refer to the alkie as me). After downing a couple of shots, we head on our way. One carload gets the vodka, the other carload gets the venti passion teas with room for... whatever. drinks were mixed, and on the trolley we go.

i guess Wendy was already drunk and decides she wants to argue with a police officer on the trolley about the "non alcoholic starbucks beverage" in hand. fortunately, Mark the queer was able to keep her out of trouble just in time for the train to drop us off downtown. yes. three guys and three girls. walkin down the streets of gaslamp. wendy's drunk ass decides to pee in the parking garage. yeah. 15 minutes later... we're very surprised that she hasnt been arrested. SO OFF WE GO TO MARDI GRAS!

but let's not get into too many details. about DURING the event. lets just say there were a LOT of beads around the three girls' necks, a lot of shots taken, and another testimony to Mar's popularity/all-aroundness (that was GREAT! it was work, starbucks, AphiG, old coworkers, old friends, exes, and random acquaintances all in the same bar!). yes, and we cant forget how much of a slut i am. that was just heeeelarious. i love hangin out with mark. he's my little sidekick. so... the night winds down to an end, and we can't find mark and wendy ANYWHERE. and at this point, we're all so drunk we dont know where we're headed. we finally follow a crowd back on the train and pray that we're headed towards mission valley.

one stop later, Todd jumps off and we all jump off after him. he's sick. barfing, and refuses to sit up off the sidewalk. a quick lap around the train station to find a vending machine, and we're back on another train. TWO stops later, Todd jumps off the train again and i go after him. he's passed out on the ground, and Dani and Brian are still on the train. i look at them, they look at each other, give me the "what the fuck are you doing? get the fuck back on the train!" look, and i watch as the train doors close and the trolley wizzes off into the night. shit. so. it's me and Todd at an unknown train stop. Todd's too fucked up to stand up, and he refuses to get back on the train. oh, by the way, he's a 6'3" white kid. there's NO WAY i was gonna carry him. so i let him barf. i let him try to wake up. and a bum comes by and starts talkin to us, and offers to call the paramedics. i didnt know what to do. so i hide Todd's body in the bushes so i can run around the station and try to figure out where Brian can pick us up. an hour later, i was able to drag Todd's lanky body to the corner where Brian could get us. we drive back to mission valley where Todd's loving wife helps us carry her carcass of a husband into the car, and we're off.

damn. that was a LONG night. but HOW FUN FUN FUN!!! best time ever! you shoulda been. i woulda shown you a good time.