I Went GO BLUE All Over Town
Hi. And Go Blue. So, we finally won one and completely destroyed the Irish until I actually kindasorta felt bad. But not really. In addition, I managed to drink my face off for 12 hours, go to see Rilo Kiley, sit in the last row (literally), and repeatedly and constantly spill my beer all over the girl seated in front of me. I was dancing like a crazy lady and apparently I was the only one. I honestly cannot understand how people can resist dancing to/with Jenny Lewis! Honest. She rocks my world. As Fiji explained, "I mean, her legs go to her neck." He was not joking. She wore a sparkly gold shimmery dress slash shirt. At one point, I left to get a closer look and danced and danced (by myself) and then just LEFT. The show. By MYSELF. No clue. Fiji and LadyPedro were just like, uhhh what? Then I called Fiji like 17 times and breathed heavily into the phone. And didn't SAY anything. Again, no clue. Then I put on my pajamas and RODE MY BIKE over to my friends house. Where I proceeded to talk in circles and provide them with some late-night entertainment. Apparently my favorite phrase of the evening was "I am so NOT drunk. I can't believe how I'm NOT even drunk!" And they were all, Um, yeah. Then they convinced me to sleep over since, you know, biking home in my pajamas at 2am "not drunk" was not the most brilliant idea I've ever had. And even made up a bed for me in their guest bedroom. And then I snuck out the back door and rode home. Again, NO CLUE.
I made it home safely (clearly, I'm here), but I couldn't figure out how to unlock the door in my not-drunk state. And I got very confused. But I am a genius, so I made it inside. Then I slept on the couch. I woke up around 6am MAD at Fiji. He was like, seriously? And then he recounted the details of the evening and then we wrestled. He claims he loves me, even when I'm crazy and even BECAUSE I'm crazy. Isn't that neat?!
And this is why alcohol in moderation is my friend and alcohol by the boatload is my enemy. We're frenemies. And I think it will always be that way. Good times.
I made it home safely (clearly, I'm here), but I couldn't figure out how to unlock the door in my not-drunk state. And I got very confused. But I am a genius, so I made it inside. Then I slept on the couch. I woke up around 6am MAD at Fiji. He was like, seriously? And then he recounted the details of the evening and then we wrestled. He claims he loves me, even when I'm crazy and even BECAUSE I'm crazy. Isn't that neat?!
And this is why alcohol in moderation is my friend and alcohol by the boatload is my enemy. We're frenemies. And I think it will always be that way. Good times.

5 Comments:
Lady Pedro was too busy seeing double to notice that anything was up.
Brutal.
Go Blue indeed. *Giggle*
This is probably the greatest story I've ever heard in my life!
Impressive my friend, impressive!
greenleafgal stole the words right out of my mouth. Drunk biking? You know you can get a DUI doing that. Trust me I know...
LP: Well, at least we DOMINATED the devil team. Right? Double time?
Sarah: Umm, are you laughing at me? Which is fine, really. I'm confused.
GreenLeaf: Thanks, thanks. Fiji may disagree slightly...but who cares!
Julie: I smell a story--TELL!
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