January 24, 1999.

Tonight is the first night since Monday that I haven't celebrated with a pint or two (or three or four). It's funny how spacing makes a bender into mere irresponsible drinking. Friday I attended the latest UClit function: a kareoke pub. I feel like a bit of a geek for my regular attendance of college pubs since last year, when a bunch of my friends started going out to 'em regular. I'm there more than some members of the administrative council, for pete's. But it gives me a chance to party with Wilson and Lady Godiva, plus the Boy has grown to love them, for reasons I can fully fathom.

The best moment: Saint Stephen belting out "You're so vain." I think it's one of those "you have to know him to find it funny" things. Worst moment: embarrassing myself with Johnny Cash's "I Walk the Line." I don't know what I was thinking.

As has become the custom on these nights, I put Exodus up for the night on the living room couch, and we all ate oatmeal & watched Xena the next day. I tried to keep my opinions to myself, but damn it was hard. I've never had a sense of humour about media-enforced ignorance of literary culture. Hercules is awful in that respect, but it's the sickly sentimentality of Xena that really makes me gag.

Oh well. It could be worse: the Boy could be rabidly devoted to that new Pamela Anderson show.

Last night was another opportunity to be catty about femme clothing, as Dirk, Stacy & I made plans to Garden the night away. It was pretty good...until I got one of my trademark hunger freakouts, and had to get some pizza. God, I've been going crazy the last week or so...I'm constantly hungry. And not just kind of hungry; I'm bone-chillingly, mind-numbingly, antisocially hungry in increments of a couple of hours (if that...I finished dinner half an hour ago, and I'm already feeling the pangs).

You know, I really hope I'm not pregnant. That would be a fucking disaster at this point, especially since I've been drinking my face off lately.

Anyway.

The point was that I had to fold at one thirty, which is disgracefully early and very atypical. Just my luck that Bryon Buck and Javina should pop in half a minute after my departure...especially since we were supposed to meet earlier that night.

Had to settle (ha!) for brunch with 'em the next day (i.e. this morning). To summarize: wonderful restaurant, interesting conversation, and Bryon picked up the tab! My heart was won. Among the topics were networking, systematic cultural oppression, fraternities, diamond engagement rings, and historical amusement parks. I got to expound a bit, which always flavours my recollections in a positive manner. A good time was had by all, kids. Expect the digital picture up at the Mayhem Project...and see how hung over I can look!