The Great Debate

Or, the night Justin drank himself into a tizzy.

The night started off normal enough.  I had my television finally setup to receive high definition broadcasts just in time for the final presidential debateChase came over to watch it with me, along with a 40 of Pabst Blue Ribbon.  I took to a bottle of red wine.

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We started the drinking and the debate, it was a great one.  By far the best presidential debate we’ve seen this political season.  After I finished my bottle of wine and Chase finished his 40 ounces of PBR, we decided it was time to switch to white wine.  Jeremy came over for a bit but had to go back to studying.

About this time Corey came over.  He wasn’t feeling any drinking so we just watched the rest of the debate and printed a picture for him on my new printer.  Chase and I however, took after that bottle of white.

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Classy.

Shortly after that picture, Chase went all out and took the camera for a bit to get some pics.  He had the crazy in his eye, as you can see…

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So I let him have it his way haha.

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140 pictures later… LoL I guess someone figured it was “take pictures of Corey time” because that’s what we did.  Poor Corey, having to deal with our drunk asses.  But the pictures came out nicely 🙂

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And Corey as Jesus…

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Look at those eyes!  Am I the only one who thinks he at least a little bit resembles Christ?  Hmmmm

Then we add Chase to the mix.

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Awe, what an adorable couple 😉

Now is when things get a little fuzzy.  After my 1.5 bottles of wine and Chase’s 40/ half bottle of wine, we break off from Corey who went home to bed, and headed out to hit the town; but not before I could drunk blog.

First we went to No Gas (which is a gas station downtown that doesn’t sell gas) where we bumped into some homeless guys.  One had just been released from the ER.  Being a former emergency room employee and just finishing an episode of House earlier in the night, I took it as my duty to examine the wound…

Apparently he had been stabbed, twice, in the back near his shoulders.  Good work Dr, haha, things seemed to be healing nicely?…

Then to Eastside Tavern where we drank some double rum and cokes.  Then to Hollywood Rebel Tattoo where I asked for all sorts of piercings and a full sleeve tattoo… So glad they don’t tat/pierce drunks! OMG!!!  I am pretty much positive I made a fool of myself in there, argh.  I even know ppl that work there, Jawwny.  Sorry!

After leaving Hollywood we walked to The Blue Fugue where we drank a NASTY drink, yucko, and bumped into Katy.  And then apparently I bumped into this guy named Alex, who Geoffrey had a crush on like a bazillion years ago.  He’s very attractive and smart aaaaaaaand, I kinda made a fool of myself there too haha.  But I apparently pulled off my philosophy knowledge for him.  Whew, since that was his major and I think his masters program.

Back to the apartment where I drunk iChatted with Kayla.  Chase passed out on my couch and I on my bed.

Woke up the next morning and started putting all of the pieces together LoL.  It was a really fun night and each day I remember a little more haha.  I guess this is why I don’t let myself get drunk like that!  Good times either way.

Oh and if I offended anyone or made a total fool of myself, please accept my apologies!  Can’t believe I didn’t drunk tweet on Twitter though!

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Homesick in Houston

It has only been like 30 hours since I left Columbia and I can’t believe it but I’m homesick!

I went on Back to My Mac, which by the way, always works for me and checked in on my apartment using Photo Booth.

I use the PrePane hack, Secrets, to do some extra fun things with MobileMe’s Back to My Mac, you should all get it, btw.

Here’s the picture I got from Photo Booth.

I really need to take hots of the apartment with the new furniture, sorry I didn’t do that before I left.

Anyways, looking at a live shot of my apartment made me all sad that I wasn’t there.  I want to see my fish, I want to enjoy my 55″ HDTV and I want to gaze into my 24″ iMac and ponder over government homework or what I should blog about next.

Never did I ever think I would miss Columbia, and maybe I don’t, I just miss my apartment.  I love my apartment.  It is big, it is clean, it is decorated, it is well equipped from the kitchen to the entertainment.  It has 8 bottles of tasty wine waiting for me.  I just spent $180 buying groceries that are waiting to be eaten.

The floors I just waxed and the new couch and chairs need to be worn in.  I have only slept one night on my new bed!

But all of it is nothing when I keep it to myself.  Happiness is nothing if not shared and with Ryan out of town, I can’t really share so much of it; but he returns Monday and I return Friday.

Well, I guess Micheal will keep the fish company, I miss him too.  And Jeremy, and Max, and Brittany.  And Kaldi’s and Starbucks.

I will have to find a way to keep myself occupied here.  With my closest friend in Houston now in Seoul Korea, I can’t see him when I visit and I miss him so.  We were best friends through high school helping each other out in so many different ways and through all the moves and the distance and the changes in our lives, we are every bit as close as ever.

Except that he’s in Seoul Korea and I’m in Houston, alone.

Wow, I need to get my head straight!  I’m in Houston, I love this city.

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Let’s go out in the world, maybe buy something for my camera, maybe eat something totally delicious.  Stop personifying my apartment, no matter how much I love you.

Now if Chase could maybe make another trip down here from Columbia, I’d have a buddy with whom I’d waste time and money and enjoy every second of it.

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Six Flags!

Now the good. We had an absolute blast at Six Flags St. Louis. The park was pretty much dead on gay day, which was kinda sad, but it meant no wait for the rides!

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It was just Ryan, Jenny and I at the park.  Jeremy, his cousin and friend were on their own.  

 

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I had not been on a roller coaster in years.  Probably not since before high school, so this was going to be a lot of fun.  We road every ride, taking advantage of there being no lines.

After Six Flags we went to Jenny’s, took a nap, played with her puppy and then had a fantastic dinner with Geoffrey at this place called Duff’s.

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Despite all the stress and trouble getting to St. Louis and getting around the city, we had a wonderful time.

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What Can Go Wrong…

Ryan and I had this plan.  The plan was that we would have a couple of friends join us to St. Louis where Six Flags was “celebrating” GLBT Day.  The idea was, two hotel rooms, one car, four friends driving, having drinks with mutual and new friends Saturday night, waking up Sunday and picking up Jenny and going to the park for a fun filled day of rides and expensive bottles of water.

Well damn!

My car broke down.  A recalled part landed my car in the shop.  Coincidentally, that recalled part cost me money to get fixed…

Ryan’s car was too small for four people and the air conditioner is on the fritz so we investigated a rental car.  Every dealer was sold out.

Jeremy’s cousin volunteered to drive us, quite nice of her.  A few problems there.  That made a total of five people driving up in a car made for four people.  Never mind picking up Jenny the next day, never mind that we wouldn’t have a way to see our friends for drinks that night.  Never mind that the other three in the car would be under 21 and thus unable to go out with us.

We get about ten miles outside of town when I get a phone call from my dad that he has managed to get us a rental car.  Our driver reluctantly turns the car around.  (Not so secretly, I was thankful to get out of the car.  Between the packed backseat to the driving skills of our 17 year old driver… I was ready to get the hell out of there).

The car rental place does indeed have a car for us.  It’s a 2008 Ford Mustang GT.

You’ve got to be kidding.

$75 a day, 14-20mpg and you have to be 25 to rent it.  I’m 23.  Reluctantly, again, our driver brings us back to the condo.  Ryan and I decide we will just take his mustang.  It was really the only choice.  So we go inside the condo to pick up a few things… and notice the fabulous trail of chocolate tracked in by my flip flops.

For real?  OMG.

We work hard to clean up the mess, it was actually a bit fun, thanks mostly to Ryan’s eternally positive attitude.

So we clean up the floor, pick up our things, get some gas, buy a few drinks and drive.  We have fun in the car because… well we always have fun together.  If left on an otherwise deserted island and given the option to bring one thing with me, it would be Ryan.

He makes me laugh, he makes me see the brighter side of things.  He makes me feel whole.

Ryan would bring hydrogen peroxide.  He isn’t as romantic as I am in times like these.  wink wink

We make it to the hotel, we get dinner, and ultimately decide that driving 40 minutes to meet our already partially drunk friends at a bar and then have to find our way home would be a bad idea.  Plus our other three people are under 21.

After about an hour of talking to each other about me allowing myself to be trampled on by my friends and my exes, we head downstairs to the bar.  Ryan charms the bartender, I drink my vodka and Sprite.  It was tasty.  We again, have a wonderful time together.

We wake up, head to Jenny’s, get lost… get lost some more.  Get bagels, cheat the system at Panera, get to Jenny’s, eat said bagels, meet her roommate, meet her roommate’s boyfriend and his friend, head to Six Flags.  We forget the camera.  Holy shit.

About the park later.

After the day at the park, we went back to Jenny’s, took a nap, took a shower, and headed out to see Geoffrey for dinner.  Got lost, then we got really lost.  Then we made it.

This weekend has convinced me that Ryan and I have to get a Garmin, or at the least, I’ll definitely have to get the new iPhone 3G with built in GPS.  Holy hell.

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Cyanide and Happiness

Ryan sent me a comic today that totally describes this winter break. My friend Jeremy is staying at my place during winter break, it’s really nice to have him over. This comic is just too hilarious to me, if not for the simple reason that I’m sorta living this strip.