wow. the weekend somehow spun way out of control, but it was 100% fun, so i guess i'm not complaining. somehow i'm sitting here on monday morning, not hurting, not hung over, not cursing existence…it must have been a good run.

friday night i hung out with this girl here at work that i've had a case of simmering hots for since she started. it was a nice evening spent at cahoots, taking down beer after beer. she hung with my insatiable liver for the entire night, and was a great conversationalist. she, like every other girl on the planet, just happens to not be looking to get involved with anyone at the moment. she's busy with school and all that or whatever, and i think she's moving away soon. she's still super cool, so i'm sure we'll hang out again.

saturday began innocently enough…scott and i rolled up to the guitar store, then over to za's for some calzones. the saturday ritual was dusted off in honor of him actually having a day off. i seriously think it was his first day off in a month. after za's we walked down to the record store and just generally dicked around for the rest of the day. i was supposed to hang out with a friend of mine later that night, but she flaked on me, which is pretty standard. so i went to go check out the parlour show (which i had promised to do, anyway). when i got there, i was informed that the show would probably be starting pretty late, so i went up to the back door and hung out with matt and paul for a bit, then went back down to the show. on the way i decided to stop and get one of those 24oz cans of high life, also referred to as a "tall boy." you gotta love a big ol' can of beer. so the show rocked. connor made an ass of himself, which was awesome. did i ever mention that connor is one of the baddest motherfuckers who has ever lived? well…consider it mentioned.

after the show i rolled back down to the back door to embibe more beverage with matt, paul and the gang. then i went to cahoots, met up with some other friends and drank some there. after a while we all started chanting "video poker" and harrassing passerby, all for no good reason. all fun and games until a frat boy gets pissed. keep in mind that there was about 8 or 9 of us standing in the hallway…we had safety in numbers. when cahoots decided to close, everyone decided tthat we should go back to the elliott warehouse and make more party. so with a random assortment of party-primed peoples gathered in the warehouse, we ended up building a ramp over the stairwell and jumping a wheelchair and minibike over it. we fell. a lot. rob cut his hand open and didn't notice. when he went into the bathroom to clean it up, he poured a bunch of alcohol on it and apparently came to the following conclusion:

rubbing alcohol + bloody open wound = intense pain

yeah…not the best idea…

lesson, kids: don't get wasted and jump over stairwells in a wheelchair. or on a minibike. it's just a bad plan. damn it…now i'm starting to sound like jon…