i don't know if i've mentioned this before, but–aside from all the hot girls in skimpy clothes–i really fucking hate summer. especially summer in the Ohio Valley where the humidty reaches claustrophobic levels. and especially when the AC in your house has decided to be lazy. factor in the fact that my AC in my car is also not working (and that i'm too broke & lazy & anti-spending-more-money-on-my-car to fix it), and you can understand why i feel this way.

there's something about waking up sweating, taking a shower and sweating when you get out, then sweating in the car on the way to work–where it takes about 45 minutes before your body cools down enough to stop sweating. then, at the end of the day–after your car's been sitting out in the hot sun all day under it's direct harsh radiation–you leave the comfortably cool confines of your workplace for your iron-smelting factory of a car, drive home sweating your ass off, then walk inside the house only to realize it's about 1 degree cooler than outside and just as fucking humid.

the something that i was talking about is this:
it sucks. i hate sweating when i'm not doing anything to deserve it. i don't mind a good healthy exercise sweat, i don't mind a good sexual escapade sweat. but i do mind a walking down the stairs, or sitting in front of the TV sweat. blah.

so, anyway, it's hot and i hate it.

our good friend Nate came down this weekend for the cookout that wasn't. so we decided to just hangout and drink friday, and we did a good job of it. as brian mentioned, i got quite quite drunk (as did most everyone else) having consumed a total of (i think) 5 moonbeams most of which were at least 50% whiskey. i'd have to guess that i probably drank about 15 shots worth of whiskey. not too shabby.

and yes, despite the fact that i actually went to bed drunk (which is extremely difficult for me to do), and that i only got in one cup of coffee before doing that, i still woke up with no hangover. i wasn't completely unaffected, but i didn't have a hangover. i had maybe a love-letter from a hangover, or a picture of a hang-over, but not the actual hangover itself. a hint of a hangover.

saturday saw us recovering, and Nathan and I played a *lot* of GTAIII. We went to ZA's about 11ish, and saw Green Formica Table play. I'd heard Paul playing some of their stuff the past week or so, so i had an inkling of what to expect, but they were so so much better than my expectations. They were really good. right up my alley. Take a heavy smattering of experimental Sonic Youth (loud, raucous sound-scapes) tossed with a mixture of esoteric japanese girl-group pop, and you're in the same Zip-code as these guys. The guitar playing was at turns phenomenal and "dreamy." and the drummer was amazing as she sang half the songs while keeping a solid inventive beat. needless to say, i was impressed, and if you're in the Louisville area, you need *need* to check these guys out.

after the show was mostly over (all of our other friends had left when the 2nd band was playing, and we left later on in their set when it became obvious that they weren't going to be able to break out of the formulaic punk music theme) Nate, Brax, and i walked down to the Backdoor so they could split a pitcher. Having drank too much on Friday, i'd declined alcoholic beverages all night, and continued this trend at the bar.

I ran into Geoff there, not having seen him since the day a couple weeks ago when he was laid off from work. It was good to see him again and see that he was doing well. We chatted and joked for a while about various things and generally just took some time to catch up and have a mutual support & reassurance party.

Since Brax & Nate are the only sports fans in our little cloister, they were busily yapping away about sports stuff, so it was just as well that i'd found someone else to hang out and talk to for a while. The rest of the evening, i just kind of hung out and did some people watching. Sipping on my plain coke.

After the bar–more GTAIII. After the GTAIII–the sleep. After the sleep–the call from my sis in France. After the call–you're caught up.

It's been a fun weekend. I've had to set aside my projects, but i'll be back into them hard-core this week.

Ok. It's time for lunch. Gotta go get my Kefc on.

friday night i hung out with matt, nate, and paul and drank a great deal of mickey's. we actually had to go on a mad quest all over fucking town to find the shit, but it was well worth it. nothing beats malt liquor on a hot summer night. except maybe a swimming pool and sex, but that's beside the point…

we ended up getting fairly trashed, which was our obvious goal. matt mentioned that he had never had a hangover. at that point, our goal changed rather quickly…get matt so drunk he has a massive hangover in the morning. right aroud that time, seth showed up. and then we started installing speakers in the back of my car. at 4am. i remember sitting there and realizing that the entire back seat of my car was laying in pieces on the lawn. miraculously, the whole thing got reassembled and it sounds great.

and then the next day, matt reported he did not have a hangover. mission failed.

last night john and i decided to crash yet another pool, i really should make a comprehensive list of all the pools that i've been naked in, this summer. we usually try to get as many girls as possible to go, but it doesn't always work out that way. maybe they have a problem with a bunch of drunk guys walking up and saying "hey…we're gonna go crash this pool"…right around the time the bar's closing. hey…it's a great idea when you're wasted.

today: cookout. kickball. i better remember to stretch, this time.

so i took a day off. shit happens, right? everyone needs a break…

yesterday was the weekly comics/denny's ritual with matt. there have been long stretches of time where we didn't really do it (we were off at different times, we ate at different places, etc.), but i'm really glad we're back to the way of old. it's really the only guaranteed time i get to hang out with him, since we both act like we're really busy (or would like to be), but really we're just sitting around at home, thinking about all the shit we need to do. classic.

the big buzz around town is that the well (our newest watering hole of choice) has closed down until further notice. the various rumors all involve one of the owners finding out how much the place is making (quite a bit) and wanting to make some changes. the other various whisperings include:

– he wants to turn it into a branch of the bbc
– he fired everyone and wants to run the place by himself, making him more money. the fired people have been rumored to be telling people not to go there and support such a jackass
– he's gonna turn it into a fratty bar because he thinks that's what people like

they're all pretty different, but we'll see which one comes true. either way…elizabeth and i ended up going to cahoots last night. i had quite a few beers, and when i wanted to stop, slade (the bar server) decided that he was gonna buy me drinks, ensuring my drunkeness. great. either way, the night finally came to an end and i passed out in my own bed.

now i'm gonna dive back into my newest obsession…diablo 2.