insights into the world of caffeinated monkeys
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Wednesday, November 12, 2003 Untitled #293 I had a very strange dream last night, so, of course, I must share this. I had a dream that everyone had gone out to the bar, to Burhan's Station. I was having one of those nights like the night Coconut showed up at the bar, except that he wasn't there. I was just getting really really drunk, to the point that I was groping everyone and had to have someone accompany me to the bathroom for zipper checks and to listen to see when I was done peeing. In other words, a damn fun night. Aud, Beth, Christa, Joanna, Brian, Zeke, Morgan, Matt, Mike, Jess and Heather from work, probably a few other people were there. Fun times. Afterward, everyone decided to go to Denny's. So, we walk into Denny's, but it's Denny's in State College, not Denny's in Hagerstown. No pyro-John to wait on us. And Denny's seems different somehow--the decor is still the same, our waitress had big hair and a mullet, and the atmosphere generally was the same, but the menus had changed. The menus didn't contain the traditional Denny's post-drinking, full of fat fare to absorb all of that alcohol to sober you up food, it was swankier. The menu was very upscale, featuring more exotic dishes like paad thai and calamari and hummus; the menu was kind of like the new Ruby Tuesdays menus. Also, Denny's had started to serve alcohol. Well, we were all piled into the back booth, the huge one that seats like a million people. I was actually sitting on the one end of the booth, next to Mike, who had his arm around my waist to hold me in my seat. I think I was on the end because I was the drunkest of everyone. Anyway, the waitress comes around to take everyone's orders and everyone orders the new exotic foods. Except me. Waitress turns to take my order, and I want an all-American slam, with scrambled eggs and wheat toast--none of that multi-grain crap bread--and lots of ketchup for my hash browns. Except that that's not on the menu anymore, and that's a problem. So I yell across the restaurant that I'm drunk and I need breakfast, because its the most important meal of the day. The waitress tells me that she'll see what she can do, and promises to come back with some semblance of breakfast for me. She comes back with a tray full of several rounds of shots for the table and leans over to tell me that she's made a deal with the cooks to get me breakfast. I said something like "Okay. Rockin'. Wait, you didn't agree to fuck the cook for pancakes, did you?" She just laughed and handed me another drink. By this point, I can't even sit up straight. I start talking slumped over to one side and by the time I finish a sentance, I'm on the other side. I kept wobbling back and forth. Anyway, we get food, everything is of usual Denny's quality, we eat. I get my breakfast. Every 5 minutes, the waitress would bring us more drinks, so by the end of dinner, I wasn't feeling too well, and everyone was as drunk as I was when I left the bar. Well, I lean over to Mike to say something to him, and I throw up in his lap. He just smiled and held my hair out of my face. Everyone else is watching me puke my guts out and starts laughing. When I was finished, he wiped himself off with a napkin, stood me up, stood up himself, and walked me into the bathroom for round #2 of vomiting. I don't remember anything more of the evening, and I woke up with that sort of "what the hell?" feeling...and the urge to apologize to Mike for something, something really bad, but I don't quite remember what I did exactly. And then my dream hit me, like the day after you're drinking and the memories hit you as you see the pictures or hear the stories of what you did. So, Mike, I'm sorry I threw up on you in my dream. Some of my readers may not know who Mike is. I should explain this. Mike is the guy that I'm currently whatever-ing with. I don't want to say dating because I don't want to jinx things. Which I have a tendancy to do. But, he's smart, funny, has a story for everything, has a bit of a wild side. He's everything that Audrey says I need (see artichokes, and see Aud's comments). And that's what matters. :) He'll be coming down this Friday night, so if you all come to anime/movie night, you'll get to meet him. And yes, anime night is finally happening this week. Sorry for all of the confusion with that. Other upcoming events--Thanksgiving. Saturday November 29th. We're roasting Gwilldar, the turkey that walked like a man (TM of Brian, who also has a song about him, which will be sung before Turkey carving commences). Gwilldar should be ready to eat around 3 pm...if all goes according to plan. The menu--a royal feast--Gwilldar, veggie lasagna, macaroni and cheese, mashed potatoes, gravy, sausage stuffing, cranberry-hazelnut stuffing, broccoli-rice casserole, green beans, candied sweet potatoes, glazed carrots, rolls, cream peas, pumpkin pie, pumpkin toffee cheesecake, creme de menthe cake, apple pie, chocolate cream pie, caramel pecan pie, pumpkin bread. You know damn well you want some. So, show up. :) Oh, and people, especially Hagerstown people. This is especially IMPORTANT, so pay attention. John's cat, Sully, ran away. He was last seen somewhere near CopyQuik in Hagerstown. So be on the lookout for him. He's a domestic medium hair cat, brown tiger in color, neutered male, about 1 year old. Has all 4 paws declawed. He escaped John's apartment yesterday. This cat has experienced a urinary blockage, has had crystals in his urine, so it is imparitive that he get home to get the care that he needs. This cat needs to be on a special diet to prevent future blockage. If you see him, try to catch him. If you can't, then let me know where you saw him so we can try to get him back home. Poor baby Sully. We now return you to your normal fonts. posted by jaime | 9:18 AM 0 comments |
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