Drunken Blogs 1 & 2...well...sort of

Pseudo drunken blog 10-30-10 2:30am-ish


So I just got home from night 2 of Halloween party time weekend 010!!!!! Woooo!!!


Last night, we went out to Jen’s b-day party at a karaoke box club/bar. If you’ve never been to one, you must go! Instead of sitting in a loud bar listening to strangers shittily sing overplayed songs, you get to sit in your own private room and listen to your friends shittily sing overplayed songs. Soooo much better!!!
Got home at 3:30am and passed the eff out!

Woke up taoday around 2pm. Sleeping in is AWESOME!!! I haven’t gotten to enjoy said activity for 3 whole weeks!!!!  Other thn the geniuses who decided that Halloween weekend was a good time to rip up the entire block of sidewalk with jackhammers and sledgehammers all damn morning, my sleeping in was quite peaceful.
Watched the Colbert/Stewart Rally to resort sanity on the DVR this afternoon which was also very cool. Part of me was sad I couldn’t go, but when thingking about the earlier-mentioned sleeping in, and how cold and crowded and pain-in-the-ass-ity of getting down to DC and that whole thing about my clausterphobia/agoraphobia, I qhuickly got over my bummed feeling whilst I watched the rally from the comfort of my warm lazy couch while I drank my coffee.

Pre-Halloween party at AMC tonight. Pretty low-key, however there was no shortage of beer…hence the sort-of drunken blog. My buzz is sort of wearing off because we took the train home instead of a cab, so I had time to sober up a nbit on the train.


Wow. This is the most boring “drunk blog” I think I’ve ever written int eh history of history……hmmm drunk blog fail?

I guess I’m not super funny tonight. I didn’t send anyone inappropriate texts. I didn’t take my pants off. I accidentally flashed my panties at some friedsn…but that’s nothing new….lame. I didn’y even get to see that many great costumes tonight…..well, there’s always the parade and 3rd party of the weekend tomorrow night.

I guess I am getting old and boring……sad.

-Currently Not Starving, But Boring Even Myself