What the hell did I shove up my ass last night?

Okay, clearly I need to get out more. I was so happy to be out that I WAY overdid it.

Consequently, I woke up this afternoon with a pounding headache to discover I had spent the night at the Pharmacy. Several aspirin later, my head is feeling barely less painful.

On top of that, Maggie is apparently VERY upset with me for smoking again, because she refused to turn on for me when I finally figured out where salamandreona had put her. We got into a big argument that lasted for over an hour before she finally agreed to turn on the gas-using half of her engine so that I could go home.

I'm going to crawl under a rock and die for several hours. I don't think I'm making it to the opening, but I'm going to see if I can still get a ride over to board gaming later.

fake memory meme

"Please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me. It can be anything you want - good or bad - BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE. When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON'T ACTUALLY remember about you."

ganked from chaosrunner

My head STILL really hurts.

Maybe I'm just projecting, but given all the posts about how intensely hung over all the ChiTribers are from the Monolith/Adam-X concert last night, it seems clear to me that I'm not the only one who is out of practice when it comes to clubbing.

I need to correct this problem, and soon, or I'll be completely out of shape for the marathon drinking events that are Origins and GenCon.

And while I may give salamandreona a hard time, I have to say that she is a damn enjoyable woman for a single guy to go club-hopping with. That is absolutely the first time a girl has ever given me her phone number without me so much as asking. A truly excellent piece of positive reinforcement.

I did notice that I spent most of the night avoiding my closest friends, carefully maintaining a minimum distance from them, most likely unnoticeable to anyone outside my head. Occasionally, I would leap at them with an inside joke, or a quick flurry of questions and then I dance away. Where does this strange hesitation come from? When did I become so shy?

Worse still, when did I get so good at hiding my shyness by being such a loud, obnoxious drunkard?

Also, it seems that my idea last summer to try to introduce & integrate the disparate social groups I am a part of is slowly coming to fruition, while seeming to remain more splintered than ever.( Read more... )