Tuesday, Jan. 28, 2003 - 1:00 pm
Now Playing: The Drama "Cops Kiss and Drool"
Yes, again.
"Don't try so hard. You always make things worse. Take your skin and rip it off..."
OK, so I didn't NOT drink last night. BUT, I didn't drink myself into oblivion. I remember every last detail. And I'm happy about that. I even remember how much I drank. 5 1/2 beers, one shot of something WAY too fruity, and 2 bottles of water.
Last night was good in so many ways. Of course there was some drama, but that's par for the course. The important thing is, no one was hurt too terribly.
So, after drifting to sleep at whatever godawful time it was this morning (I'm guessing around 5 am), I had a horrifying dream. I was in Lake Tahoe with everyone: Matts, Bri, Rae-Rae, Miah, the girls (Juawana, Sara, Amey), and more. We were in Tahoe for a beach concert. For some reason, they were setting up a floating stage just off the shore. And, if I remember correctly, the concert was *ugh* Nick Carter.
Yeah, I think I'm spending too much time at work when I start dreaming of our crappiest of upcoming concerts.
Anyways, we were all hanging out having a good time. Drinking, playing volleyball(?), swimming, etc. Sue (Grant from the Double Down's ex) was there, and she kept trying to kiss me. I think this part appeared in my dream because Sue was at the Double Down last night, and she did keep trying to kiss me. Being the perfect gentleman that I am, I kindly turned my cheek to meet her lips everytime she tried. I'm not about to tell her to get the fuck away form me. She's a super nice lady.
Anyways, at some point in my dream, Charlie showed up. Yes, my former best friend...the one who fucked my girlfriend on my couch while I was asleep in the next room. Naturally, this made for a very uncomfortable situation. In the dream, I was obviously flustered at the fact that he was around. The Ed showed up. Yes, arch nemesis #2. Another former "best friend" who betrayed me as well. And the discomfort grows.
I remember being so pissed off that they were there, and being pissed off at whomever invited them. Although Ed and I chatted it up and kicked it in the dream, it was still quite weird. I remember running up and down the beach, trying to find someone to get me out of there. I didn't want to be around these people at all. I probably wanted to be as far away from the Nick Carter concert as possible too, but that's purely speculation.
I finally found someone to give me a ride home, although whomever it was was quite drunk. I offered to drive home since I was fairly sober, but the obnoxious bass pulsating out of Miah's bedroom angrily woke me from my slumber.
When I woke, I was pissed. Pissed that "they" were in my dream, and pissed that my roommate has absolutely ZERO consideration for me while I sleep.
Maybe that's why I'm blaring the Drama right now as he attemps to sleep in his room right now.
Turnabout is fair play, beeyotch.
Ha ha ha...
Whatever.
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