Okay, so I was drunk. That doesn't mean I wasn't creative. That doesn't mean I am a devilish person. That doesn't mean I didn't jump on the bed and dance around for an hour. That doesn't mean I didn't watch porno. That doesn't mean I didn't go to the grocery store dressed in a propeller hat and an Austin Powers velvety jacket thing with the ruffles on the cuffs and raise hell with the customers in a silly way. That doesn't mean I didn't dress up in an afghan and put my shoes on backwards and think I was the King of Oblivion piloting a huge supply of dildos and pleasure droids to gay martians... Okay, I'll stop there. I was wasted. It's not something I do often, but when I do I turn into a crackhead wild man. This scares some people, as they think I am already weird and hyperactive enough when I'm sober, and when I am innebriated those qualities are magnified by 3+. But I guess these are supposed to be the "best days of my life", so why the hell not live it the fuck up while I can??! =)
This past weekend I visited my best friend Phoenix in Charleston - 200 miles away - for the weekend. It was a blast. I actually felt like I had a physical social life for a few days there. He introduced me to his kickass roommate Sean (or maybe Shaun -- I dunno), and to a really fun guy named Jack (last name Daniels). We didn't really do shit, but it was the best weekend I've had in a long time.