Since the last one...

Things are going alright now. In my last entry i mentioned Sarah breaking up with me but it turned out to be for the better. She was supposed to go this rave with me but she cancelled on me at the last minute and then dumped me two days later. I'll start with an epilogue to my last entry. This is gonna be long but I figure you're all at work and looking for something to do.

The night we went to Baltimore for Starscape started off shitty. We picked up Nick, got on 66 and immediate stopped. About a quarter of a mile down the road we could see a huge pillar of flame rising up into the sky. I flip on WTOP and learn that a gas tanker was involved in an accident with five other cars and ignited. All lanes are closed until the mess is cleaned up. The accident happend at quarter of 10. We get stuck on 66 at 9:50. Like i said all lanes were closed so we were out and walking around. We sit there until 12:10. Not a good way to start the night

The rave is tight. I took a pill and was having a blast. At one point Rabbit in the Moon is on and they suck so I'm yelling to get off the stage. This cute girl standing next to me turns and says Sander Kleinberg (spelling?) is next and I'll like him. So we start talking and I end up chilling with her the rest of the party. Her name is Kat and I got her number. Long story short we're still seeing each other. She's amazing, I like her so much. She's coming back from Tennessee this week, I can't wait to see her.

See how tight that is? At the same party Sarah ditched me on, I meet a better girl. Maybe there is some kind of balance in the universe, or maybe it's just cause I decided I was meeting someone at that rave no matter what.

That was a month ago. Now let me tell you about this past weekend weekend. I finally bought a futon frame Saturday. It's a nice one too, with little tables that fold up on each end and drawers underneath it. That was the high point of my weekend. I stayed in to catch up on sleep Friday night and Saturday I went over to Alan's to for his birthday. We're pregaming at his house for about an hour, during the course of which I take at least eight shots of everything from tequila to rum to vodka. Suffice to say I'm pretty trashed by the time we get to the bar. I get there and start buying drinks two at a time. I black out at some point into the night and wake up the next morning with a hole in my back pocket, no wallet, and a nasty taste in my mouth.

The story (as I've been able to piece together from various accounts) goes something like this.

15 plus shots in I ended up passing out at the bar, and somehow ended up lying on a street in the middle of DC. One of Alan's friends happens to come across me when he was looking for a cab and picked me and we rode home together. I puke in the cab and when we get to Alan's house cops have already been called because two of his friends almost get into a fight with another cab driver when they refuse to pay him. At this point I make my way out of the cab and collapse and subsequently pass out on the sidewalk before I can make it inside Alan's apartment and the cops then decide to focus on me. I come within inches of being arrested for being drunk in public but they ultimately decide not to (I figure because they didn't want me throwing up in the back of their car).

I wake up the next morning with a wicket headache and my wallet is missing and I have a fresh hole in the rear pocket of my jeans. The hole isn't big enough for my wallet to fall out of but it's gone nonetheless. My cell phone is dead. Everybody then proceeds to tell me everything I just told you and all I can do is laugh. So I finally start formulating a plan when I walk outside to leave and discover my car has been towed. So I call Clark and he comes and gets me. $95 to get my car back. I cancelled all my credit cards but I'm writing the wallet off as a loss. I have a back up credit card I keep at home for just such an occasion but of course when I called Wachovia they cancelled that one instead of the one I lost, so I had to borrow 120 bucks from my parents. Evidently I gave the wallet to the cops when they asked for ID but never got it back.

So yes, that's the story so far. I've also been to Vegas since my last entry but that's a whole other escapade. Until next time.