[note: blogger is being incredibly fucked up, so i haven't really been able to get these posted. the following two posts are new, and now the post from friday is somehow showing up as posted on the 13th, as well. ignore these things and enjoy.]

sunday morning at work. where did my weekend go? sipping on my mocha, trying to stay alive ("alive" is loosely translated to "awake" in brian-ese, this morning). matt was still awake when i left the house. i asked him if he wanted to go ahead and go to work for me. he declined. rat bastard.

last night i got tired of sitting around the house, so i called guy up under the pretense of going out to catch a movie. he mentioned a possible party later that evening. we ended up going out to grab something to eat at tumbleweed and then headed over to the record store for a while. after we realized scott should be off work, we headed back to guy's place to give him and connor a call to see if they were up for swinging over to the previously mentioned party. scott declined, connor was down. after picking up connor, we headed back to the record store so he could pick up something they were holding for him and then it was off to the party.

we showed up on the scene of a slightly less than "bumpin'" party and proceeded to sit on the couch, sipping soft drinks. we then found out it was my friend dave's 30th (!) birthday party, which made it a definite occasion to drink. connor was more than happy to help celebrate, so we got the party started right, to say the least. a few friends showed up on the scene, and rowdiness proved to be the order of the day (night). we then proceeded to get thoroughly "saucy", with me realizing halfway through the evening that i was the one driving us home. i let my alcoholic fun come to a slow halt and spent the rest of the evening sobering up.

i ended up running into about a million people i hadn't seen in 6 or 7 years, which was kind of odd. it seems the ghosts follow me around everywhere (according to drew). it was nice seeing everyone, but i always feel uncomfortable around people i haven't seen in a long while. like maybe i was never a good friend or something. it's probably just me.

at some point i walked drunkenly up to a random cute girl and said "would you like to be my future ex-girlfriend?" she just gave me a funny look and walked away. man…i'm mr. smooth.

i had never really hung out with connor, mostly thinking he thought i was a dumbass. we ended up getting along quite well, and the high point of the evening involved sitting in the kitchen while connor told everyone in the room (at one point or another) that either he or they were a jackass. he wasn't choosy. connor's quest for whiskey was really something to behold. it was a fun time, and i think we all did what we set out to do: make asses of ouselves. mission accomplished.

oh, and jay…it ended up being one of those louisville parties that i know you miss so much. everyone and their brother busting up on the scene. crazy drunken dance party. we missed ya, pal.

when we started realizing how late it was, my dawning realization that i had to be up for work in 5 hours came crashing down on my newly sober head. we rounded up our three man rolling destruction unit and headed out the door. i ended up getting everyone (including myself) home safely. guy was glad i actually got out, and i realized i had a highly enjoyable evening. maybe i won't spend my summer wallowing in a shit-pit of my own misery, after all.

interesting note: i got home and was checking email before diving into bed, and both guy and connor were online, proving that we're all too incomprehensibly nerdy for words.

"the party's not over, man…it just moved online."