i've come to the conclusion that i'm not posting to this site because i feel like my life is overwhelmingly uninteresting. i get these imaginary posts in my head that read something like this:

thursday…i went to the bar and got drunk. i sat around and made an ass of myself. then i went home and went to bed.

let me tell you…the excitement never stops around here. i could amend that by mentioning that scott ritcher was in town and we hung out for a while before he disappeared into the bathroom forever. when it came time for me to need to hit the facilities, i had to knock on the door several times. it went a lot like this…

me (knocking on the door): scott? you about done in there?
scott: wooo!
me: you okay in there, man?
scott: wooo!

ten or fifteen minutes later, he ended up coming out of the bathroom and said "i think it's time for me to go home." that stands as the understatement of the weekend.

anyhowways…friday i ended up at the bar again. i ran into a lot of people i haven't seen in a while (as well as people i see a million times in the course of the week). it was a nice evening out, but there were no crazy high points. i was a little drunk, so i felt like i was blowing a bunch of people off, inadvertantly. oh well.

saturday was more of the same. parlour played again, this time at the lava house. i enjoyed their set thoroughly, despite the fact that i was completely sauced. i ended up going back to the warehouse with john and a gazillion other people for a little impromptu party action. we all ended up on the roof, blasting some old time blues channel, drinking more beer. i ended up having some bizarre conversation with some girl that i don't remember at all (the conversation, not the girl). i do remember her not making a lick of sense, though. so i guess it's fine that i can't recall exactly what the fuck was said.

yesterday was supposed to be kickball, but we got rained out. we ended up just having the usual pre-game cookout in the little shelter thing in the park. after that, we headed back to rob's house to watch the lakers game. i guess everyone got all fired up, because we ended up at a park, playing 3-on-3 for the rest of the night. i am now convinced that i am horribly out of shape and have absolutely no jump shot to speak of. end of uninteresting story.