This has been a long and exhausting weekend. Yes, I had fun. Yes, I actually had money. But somehow I still feel like I'm in the red. Like, the money I have left over, won't be enough to make my mom happy. I owe her a lot of money. Well, only like $600, but that's still a lot.

Friday night, Brooke and I went to Circuit. Chix Mix was having a Glow party. We got there at exactly 1030, and they charged us full price, which sucked. The place wasn't even that happenin, and we sat around staring at the cage dancer, and the little groups of people that were also sitting around.
We decided to go back to her place, (free drinks there) and get a little more prepared for this party. Which, we probably should have done off the bat. A couple drinks later, some experimention with Soy milk and alcohol, and we were good to go.
There were more people when we got back, and I proceeded to dance for two hours straight, atleast. My spray-painted on techni-color JCS costume drew the attention of some cute girl, that I really didn't get to see, because I took off my glasses to dance. She ran up to me, practically hugging me, said she liked my dress, and ran away again before I could say anything. Not that I really had anything to say besides, thanks.
I saw her later, and tried to dance for her, but basically, I was lost.

We left around 3am. On the drive home, Brian called me, and asking for me to go over there and help him feed his roommates cat. I walked him through it, which was really cute, and talked to him up until I was all set to jump in the shower to wash the body paint off.

I like talking to people late at night. At that point, it's so late you're just babbling, but it's nice.

It was something like 630am when I went to sleep. I was so sore when I woke up that I needed to take a nap and a really hot shower to loosen my poor muscles up.

Bret had called the night before, but never caught up with us. He called again while I was napping, so I told him I'd talk to him later. Warren and Kiel showed up a little after nine, we ate, and went on a rushed hunt for tighty-whiteys, for my Brad costume. Running late, we rushed out to the Music Box, while I made calls to Brooke and Bret.

We got there five after, had to ditch our alcohol, which sucked cause I got like zero, while Kiel was 8-15 shots into it. Not that I need alcohol, but it would have been nicer considering all I was wearing was fake tighty-whiteys, a bra, and a white button up shirt, opened.

Warren was forced to throw dildos on stage, as his devirginizing, and I thought that was amazing. I saw Bret and Adam during this. Adam is a lot of fun, he shouted out things to the movie just like the guys behind us. I felt really bad that all I could remember was 'Slut, Asshole, and Six long nights (which apparently they now say seven nights. which sounds dumb.)

After, we went to Clark's. Me still without pants. Getting some interesting cat calls, and humoring so homeless guy on the train while I tried to put on my pants.

Clark's had the best chicken. Ever.

I'm always intimidated by Bret's height. I don't understand. I hang out with talls guys, but he always appears to be so TALL. Whereas Adam, who introduced me to his wedding wear, still seemed quite the little flamer, not that that's bad. I happen to prefer gay people sometimes.

Brooke's friends seemed cool, not that I really got to talk to them.

It was once again, sunrise when I did get to sleep, after talking to Brian again, who wanted me to go over and see When Harry Met Sally with him. I felt like death, so tired, but it was worse when I woke up. I feel like a zombie. I could be. My heel is all bloody was blisters last night. Scars of war.

All in all, it's all about southern illinois siluki (however the fuck you spell it.)