Yes, YES!!! TWO blogs today! How can you be so lucky, you wonder?? 
Welcome to my New Years Eve Party-
I'm totally psyched.
Cowboy picks me up from my house to head to Bloomington. He says that on the way to the party, we are going to stop by some bar for a minute. I says ok. I have a bag with me. It seemed good form to bring my own booze this time, what since every other time I go anywhere where I'm expected to get drunk on free alcohol, I'm too damned picky to drink any of it. I'm a snoot. 
So I have this bag, right. A santa bag. And inclusive of this bag are a German antique bottle of home-made German What-the-fuck-ever. (That really IS what I began calling it, because I have NO IDEA what its really called.) Also, I have brought a bottle of Malibu *Pineapple* Rum, and a few chasers, henceforth referred to as "Bull semen" by the rest of the party goers. 
We head on out on the road and bitch alot about the traffic and the other drivers all being retarded. For example there was a car in front of us with a couple of Asian chicks in it that obviously had no idea what they were doing inside a moving vehicle.
(One way arrows really do mean that thats the only way you can go on that street, damnit!) Ah, so we get to this bar, the Players Pub. Its cute-ish. And lo! We are there to see someone who I have not seen in YEARS!!! Miss Mandy J! I 'bout shit! 
We talked to her for a few minutes, but she was really busy and couldn't talk for long and we had to head out anyway, so Byes!!! We pull up and park at the Monkey House. I, of course, get to be nervous because I have never been here before and there are people here that I don't know.
But you know, the gift of home-made German Yumminess in a bottle will break ANY ice! Horray for Sigrid and her recipies for drunk!
So there's loud music and theres SOME people I know and theres a basement, and theres me- drinking and drinking and drinking ALOT of this German stuff. And I'm not a cunt about it, shit, I shared the HELL out of that stuff. And everyone loved it! YAY!
Well, I met a few new folks and I seemed to fit right in. Also yay! And I'm now really really really drunk 
and I'm into the Malibu and its mostly gone (Ok,, well, about half, at least....) and I decided to *smoke* a little. Bad Juju. Apparently I get drunk and forget that the whole reason I quit *smoking* in the first place was bacause it makes me want to barf my guts up. Well, lucky me, I just happened to have enough alcohol in me at the time to make that completely feasable. So I'm like, lying there on a couch-chair thing and I get up, knowing full well what is about to happen. I lock myself in the bathroom. Oh, fucking great. 
I'll spare you the gory details. I was in there for a bit. I probably would have been out sooner, but I had sat there long enough that BOTH legs and one arm had fallen asleep and I had THAT to deal with while being zonked off my ass. 
While I was in there (praying that no one noticed my absence) I heard them notice my absence. Crap. Hehehe. Well, they checked on me, which was sweet of them (and by them, I'm referring to I believe EVERY other female person at the party.) (oh. And Trent.) and they all brought me water, which was also sweet, and they'd hear nothing of it when I said, no, no thank you I'm fine. 
Very persistant care-takers, they are. And the new year was rung in with me sitting on a bathroom floor, have just ... you know. I eventually felt like being NOT in the bathroom anymore and I got my 50 cups of water and chiled in the kitchen for a while. The party was winding down a bit. Eventually Trent and Julia and Lauren left for..... somewhere. And It was cold in there. The windows were open to let out the smoke and let in some real air and I was freezing to death, all sprawled out on this one chair-couch thing. And I was talking to Wally and Brady and Pepe and Sparky and Cowboy.....
Cowboy picks me up from my house to head to Bloomington. He says that on the way to the party, we are going to stop by some bar for a minute. I says ok. I have a bag with me. It seemed good form to bring my own booze this time, what since every other time I go anywhere where I'm expected to get drunk on free alcohol, I'm too damned picky to drink any of it. I'm a snoot. So I have this bag, right. A santa bag. And inclusive of this bag are a German antique bottle of home-made German What-the-fuck-ever. (That really IS what I began calling it, because I have NO IDEA what its really called.) Also, I have brought a bottle of Malibu *Pineapple* Rum, and a few chasers, henceforth referred to as "Bull semen" by the rest of the party goers. We head on out on the road and bitch alot about the traffic and the other drivers all being retarded. For example there was a car in front of us with a couple of Asian chicks in it that obviously had no idea what they were doing inside a moving vehicle. (One way arrows really do mean that thats the only way you can go on that street, damnit!) Ah, so we get to this bar, the Players Pub. Its cute-ish. And lo! We are there to see someone who I have not seen in YEARS!!! Miss Mandy J! I 'bout shit! We talked to her for a few minutes, but she was really busy and couldn't talk for long and we had to head out anyway, so Byes!!! We pull up and park at the Monkey House. I, of course, get to be nervous because I have never been here before and there are people here that I don't know. But you know, the gift of home-made German Yumminess in a bottle will break ANY ice! Horray for Sigrid and her recipies for drunk! So there's loud music and theres SOME people I know and theres a basement, and theres me- drinking and drinking and drinking ALOT of this German stuff. And I'm not a cunt about it, shit, I shared the HELL out of that stuff. And everyone loved it! YAY! Well, I met a few new folks and I seemed to fit right in. Also yay! And I'm now really really really drunk and I'm into the Malibu and its mostly gone (Ok,, well, about half, at least....) and I decided to *smoke* a little. Bad Juju. Apparently I get drunk and forget that the whole reason I quit *smoking* in the first place was bacause it makes me want to barf my guts up. Well, lucky me, I just happened to have enough alcohol in me at the time to make that completely feasable. So I'm like, lying there on a couch-chair thing and I get up, knowing full well what is about to happen. I lock myself in the bathroom. Oh, fucking great. I'll spare you the gory details. I was in there for a bit. I probably would have been out sooner, but I had sat there long enough that BOTH legs and one arm had fallen asleep and I had THAT to deal with while being zonked off my ass. While I was in there (praying that no one noticed my absence) I heard them notice my absence. Crap. Hehehe. Well, they checked on me, which was sweet of them (and by them, I'm referring to I believe EVERY other female person at the party.) (oh. And Trent.) and they all brought me water, which was also sweet, and they'd hear nothing of it when I said, no, no thank you I'm fine. Very persistant care-takers, they are. And the new year was rung in with me sitting on a bathroom floor, have just ... you know. I eventually felt like being NOT in the bathroom anymore and I got my 50 cups of water and chiled in the kitchen for a while. The party was winding down a bit. Eventually Trent and Julia and Lauren left for..... somewhere. And It was cold in there. The windows were open to let out the smoke and let in some real air and I was freezing to death, all sprawled out on this one chair-couch thing. And I was talking to Wally and Brady and Pepe and Sparky and Cowboy.....And I'll have to finish this later because lunch time is freaking OVER. crap.
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