drunkblogging


Boy Who is scared to sleep with me: 1

Me (Trying to sleep with boy): 0

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I think that if I were being abducted, I would try to mobile-blog from my phone with my approximate location. Y’all would follow up and call 911, right?

I know you would. Thanks for that.

(Not currently being abducted. Had a pretty fun night drinking at the Squirrel’s with GB, the Squirrel, Jason, and Bad Idea. Also? Vitabrownies are *the shit*. They totally rock. And Season 5 of Buffy? Hooray.)

…mostly because I’ve been busy, though I still feel like I’m not getting much done. I haven’t actually made any progress on the two chapters that need to get written, for example. And the fellowship applications are coming pretty slowly.

On the positive side, though, GB and I finished Season Two of Buffy tonight, and I forgot how awesome that season finale actually is. And I suggested that we watch Angel interspersed with the Buffies when we get to that point, and GB agreed that’s probably a good idea, so fall and winter will be entertaining. And I’ve been to the gym five days in the past week, so I’m rocking that. And I am actually really, really liking Weight Watchers. And I had a pretty good fieldwork experience this morning, so I feel like not quite such a big loser.

And I’m a smidge tipsy, which maybe you didn’t get from this mostly contentless post. But maybe you got it from the timestamp.

I really need something exciting, or interesting, or drama-filled to blog about. Oh, wait! I’m going to The Brunch of Rage at StillTalking’s house tomorrow! That should be entertaining, I hope. I’ll report back. Anything else I can tell you? Suggestions are welcome. I’m running out of blog-steam.

  • For Iron Buttercup leaving the bar just when I was starting to get drunk;
  • For Bad Idea being way too careful with me in public when he’s not completely fucked up;
  • For the Wrangler telling me he misses me, and for me telling him the same thing back, and for the kiss in the cab that I stopped too soon, because going home with the Wrangler is much more complicated than it should be;
  • For GB, who didn’t go out tonight, being far too patient with me when I come home drunk, tired, and generally ridiculous;
  • And for me, who is not getting drunk, hit on, or laid, nearly often enough lately.

I will sorely miss the bumper pool when we move, since it doesn’t seem that we’ll have room for it. Jason has agreed to take it, at least for the month of August, under the condition that we promise to come play it at his house. Which is fine, but I’m already missing the bumper pool basement.

You can probably surmise, from this, that the Squirrel and Bad Idea did eventually make their way over, and there was much tequila consumption (a full bottle of Sauza was downed, easily), much bumper pool, and altogether too much Meatloaf, Billy Squier, and Hall & Oates in the basement. And I’m happy to report that, after weeks of not seeing much of anyone, I apparently am still remotely attractive, because Bad Idea spends way too much time leaning up against me.
(I really do want to write something here, and have y’all give your opinions, about the whole body language issue. Because I know that Bad Idea is the type of person who’s just very physical with friends, but I just don’t think I’m wrong in thinking that the constant leaning, pressing, and hanging on me means something more than friendly affection. But this is what’s made the Bad Idea issue such an issue the whole time–I really do think there’s a lot more going on, but I can’t prove it, and it makes me crazy. But now might not be the time for this whole long discussion.)

So. I spent a bunch of the night taking photos in the basement, trying to document the bumper pool basement before it’s gone. Here’s one I like, of all four of the boys tonight:

That’s the Squirrel in the front left; Jason behind him; GB in the back, on the right, facing the camera; and Bad Idea talking to GB with his back to the camera on the right. (Hmmm…Canada, does this count as a back-of-Bad-Idea picture?)

Here’s another that I like from tonight, of the Squirrel pouring shots:

And here’s one of Bad Idea getting altogether too close:

[Deleted, because when I posted it, drunk, I didn’t realize you could actually see his face. Quel drunkblog faux pas.]

Someone needs to have a talk with me about this, since apparently I just don’t understand…um…anything. But I know that bumper pool, tequila, and 80s rock are a great combination. Posted by Picasa

Some movies I just like. I don’t know why. But when Law & Order: It Never Ends finally ended (1 am on Thursdays, apparently. Who knew?), 12 Monkeys started, and I left it on. I like this movie. I think it’s maybe the only movie I’ve ever really liked Bruce Willis in, and I think Brad Pitt doesn’t suck in it, too. It’s not a movie I ever think of putting in my top 10, but I’ve seen it, like, four times. Because every time it comes on I say, oh, I like this movie.

I was thinking about this earlier, actually–I have actors that are like this for me, too–people I’d never think to put in my “favorites” list, but who I’ll always keep watching, regardless. William H. Macy is another one of those guys for me. How about you? Movies/actors you like more than you think you do?

At last.

I’m trying to work back up to actual blogging; I feel like I’ve been away for a while. I might have to go with bullet points.

Things about my life that kind of rock right now:

  • When the Other Bumper Pool Boy (Who Really Needs His Own Pseudonym) calls GB to say that maybe tonight *and* tomorrow night are good for hanging out;
  • when the OBPB(WRNHOP) suggests he’ll pick us up to go to the Squirrel’s;
  • when the OBPB (who I swear will get a pseudonym soon) shows up with Bad Idea and beer;
  • when the drinking and smoking commence and it is decided that my house is way more fun than anywhere we’ll go;
  • when we call the Squirrel and he is relieved at not having to have company tonight;
  • when four hours of drinking and great music follow, peaking (and ending, with good timing) in a solidly drunken listening-to of Rain Dogs, with full four-part-harmony (even where it doesn’t belong)

…these are good things. Sleeping, also, would be a good thing right now, since I apparently have *another* (unexpected, and unfortunate) meeting with the prof I’m TAing for tomorrow.

Last I heard, though, there were more plans to repeat many of tonight’s events again tomorrow night….with the addition of bumper pool (since we didn’t have the Squirrel to motivate us to play tonight). I suspect the Wrangler will also be part of tomorrow’s festivities. And I believe I am, again, invited to tomorrow night’s festivities *at my house*, despite the fact that some people feel that “boy’s night” should exclude girls, including me, even though a) I am not even a little girly; b) I like to talk about girls; c) it’s pretty much been me and the boys hanging out for the past almost-2-years, with not so many other girls; and d) there has been general agreement that I have none of the mystical, magical, unfamiliar and confusing traits that many of the boys believe that “girls” possess. That is, I seem to not wield some kind of bizarre power. Which, I guess, is good.

I really do have to get some work done this weekend. Soon–tomorrow, most of the day. But fun is good, and not to be underestimated.

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