Saturday, May. 03, 2003 - 1:30 p.m.
Right now, my mouth is filled with the aftertaste of rum & cokes and a Smirnoff triple black, as well as one of James's cheap-ass cigarettes from the Ho. Why is it that I feel the compulsion to smoke whenever I'm drinking? Any other time, I'd chastise anybody for partaking in the tobacco, but when I'm inebriated I can't help but light one up when someone else at my table is.
Tonight was a great night, filled with a nap that was interrupted by Shelley's authoritative knock at my door, the copious drinking at Mia's, and much intelligent/bitchy conversations between Shelley, James, and me. It was good times all around.
I'm glad that it appears that James doesn't hate me. After we roomed together for summer advising (of course, that was almost two years ago!), I really thought we had established some sort of mild "enemy" status with each other. It was good being able to hang out with the jackass again. It was like old times. I still reserve the right to refer to him as "jackass," just because I think everybody needs a bona fide jackass in their life.
Lessons from tonight: a guy who I really didn't want to be gay came out of the closet and apparently has the hots for me, I really enjoy both Key Lime martinis and Malibu Rum & pineapple juice, the J-dog isn't a complete asshole, Shelley's car has a very smooth ride, the guy in the orange shirt was incredibly hot but entirely too skinny, and I really shouldn't write diary entries when my fingers are tingly.
But now I shall go to sleep, as I must be in Frankfort in the morning for a Derby party. I currently have $15 in my checking account and payday isn't until this coming Friday, but I somehow don't care. And I don't think it's just the alcohol causing me to think so casually about my finances. Something about hanging out on a gorgeous Friday night with my friends makes everything seem much less stressful.
We'll see if that carries over to next week when I'm eating Ramen until payday. It shall be in interesting experiement.
The moral of tonight's story: alcohol is both the reason for and solution to all of life's problems (paraphrase courtesy of Homer Simpson). It's time for bed.
