Friday night was like a parade of many random floats. Alcohol: beer, seven and seven, sake, whiskey, jager, and more beer. Participants: close friends, co-workers, people I just met, friends of friends, people whom I hadn't seen in months, and people whom I didn't really want to see. Activities: eating large amounts of fries, watching Pierre mack, eating sushi, watching ten minutes of hockey, going to a dive bar, sending angry text messages, dancing, seeing two straight guys making out, making out with a guy and a girl, and karaoke.
Afterwards I got myself home and lay on my floor, trying to sober up a little before I went to bed. Then I had a dream about a religious ceremony in which Deepak Chopra was blessing people for $3.42 and audience members were eating Wonder Bread.
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why do we call Jerry Pierre again?
I heart you.
When Pierre promises a night of debauchery, he doesn't mess around.
Who didn't you want to see?
god, I regret ever putting that screen name into your head. Good thing no one reads my blog.
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