allmydreams's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- lover, you should have come over mmm the last time i wrote was awhile ago. anyway, i'm tired as hell and i need to finish a paper, but i'll attempt an entry anyway...maybe it will get my writing juices flowing or something. so jose was overly apologetic about hanging out with dave instead of me last week, which was cool. unfortunately we were both pretty busy this week, so we only saw eachother a little...but we made up for that just fine on the weekend. awww look raf, we aren't one person yet! friday was plain and simple awesome. my hard work studying for philosophy on thursday night was worth it because i know i did well on the test. after that class and my music class, i spent the rest of the day shopping on pearl street, kind of looking for something for jose's bday (which was friday). i bought "post office" by charles bukowski (which i have been devouring this weekend) and a few clothing items at urban outfitters. didn't find anything for jose. journalism class blah blah. came home, amazingly scored tickets to the ben folds show after thinking it was sold out (jose bday present issue solved), got my shower on, and dressed enough like a girl for raf to make fun of me hehe. jose and i headed out to denver, only to encounter an absurdly long line in front of the gothic...after i had told him there wouldn't be one :) hehe....oh well, it went pretty fast once the doors opened up. saw a bunch of people i know, blah blah. anyway so we got in and somehow managed to wiggle through the crowd to the point that we were only a foot or two behind raf and allison and alika (well actually alika was practically on the stage heh), who had left like two hours earlier. it would have been really easy to drink, too, since all they did to signify you as a minor was draw a measly, easy to wash off X on your hand....but we were too packed in to get anything to drink :) so the show was amazing. the opening (one man) band, divine comedy, was even excellent. i thought all of ben's stuff pretty much sounded even better live. he also played some bf5 stuff. in short, it was good, it was nice having someone to hold hands with the entire time, and i like the gothic a lot for not having gay under 21 balconies and such. afterwards we got to meet ben. they didn't print our tickets because we ordered them so late, so jose and i got him to sign our licenses hehe. is that illegal or anything? anyway he was really nice. after that we headed back, tried to get fucked up but (thanks to colorado's lame alcohol vending laws) failed, and went to denny's instead. i saw justin and he was weird and gave me a drawing of myself and yeah. after that we just went back to sterling and passed out. saturday was neato because i got hit on a lot hah. maybe i was emitting lots of pheramones. or maybe it was due to the amount of alcohol most people around me had consumed later in the evening. but, i spent most of the day in a lovey-dovey haze (raf: worthless, yup...i know hehe) instead of snownboarding...came home, read, ate pizza, slept, read, ate cold pizza. finally mustered up the strength to get up and wash off the slime that comes from being in close contact with other people for several hours at shows. luckily the ben folds crowd has fairly decent hygiene hehe. went over to jose's, where he and jim and scott were already getting tipsy...i had one beer but offered to be the dd. note: this was only the 2nd time i've driven in boulder EVER and the 1st time i've driven anywhere since about two months ago over xmas break. we picked up sarah at chey ho, headed over to raf's, met up with everyone, went to a party....saw a few people i knew. convinced a guy allison and i were together out of boredom....went to another party that was packed beyond belief...allison hah...got beer spilled on me. then the cops came and were checking everyone as they left and i was beyond happy that i hadn't been drinking...luckily everyone i was with escaped, but my trouble for the night wasn't over.... shortly afterwards we got back in the car...and right after pulling onto broadway, i got pulled over...for the fucking first time in my life! i was so freaking scared i thought my heart was going to either beat its way out of my chest or come out of my mouth. turns out i only had the dashboard lights on, and not the headlights. too bad you don't have the option to have just one on and not the other in my car at home, and too bad i wasn't driving my own car because i was being other people's dd...not to mention it's fucking bright as hell around the hill at night anyway, and i had only been driving like 10 yards when i got pulled over. luckily, since i was sober and have a clean record, i escaped with solely a verbal warning. but 2 sobriety tests in a night is never fucking cool. so finally scott, jim, jose, and i found ourselves back at sterling, and dave convinced us to go to his blockbuster coworker's party....so we did, and we picked up sarah again, and i finally got to get fucked up :) except the house we ended up in was the wrong house, and had sarah and i not been sporting a lot of cleavage, they probably would have thrown dave and the guys out hehe. i noted later on in the evening that the owners of the house were definitely the roofie-giving types. anyway, i scammed this guy out of some pot and got beyond stoned, which was cool. finally we left and dave and i got more stoned with the oldest, driest weed i've ever smoked. other than that, it wasn't half bad. except he kept telling me i was like turning him on, and i found that especially strange considering his girlfriend was asleep in the next room and jose was halfway passed out right next to me...not to mention he also told me i look like the gerber baby. oh well, i guess that's just how dave is. so finally we slept, and jose said funny things about dsl lines in his drunken sleep, and everything was nice. and then we all woke up the next morning, and we all felt like shit :) i decided to head home early because i knew if i didn't i wouldn't do anything. of course i didn't really do anything anyway, but i did get out of bed. laura and i ordered illegal pete's and then i went shopping with rip and bought more unecessary clothing and such. then i came home and read and slept and now i have to finish my paper damnit! i had a dream that i cut off a big part of one of my toes, and it wouldn't stick back on and i was freaking out. intuitively i think that means i'm vain. blah. oh yeah, happy green beer day :) 10:00 pm - 2002-03-17 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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