Everyone in the Inn

Last night I went to one of Katie's parties. But oh no, not that simple. It was at her bf's parent's house; which was essentially a bed and breakfast inn turned into a house. AKA hordes of rooms, hot tub, everything, pretty amazing house.

Although the intention was that it would be a Mass Academy reunion there was only about 4 of us total. It was announced on thursday and in a popular vacation month so it makes sense unfortunatly. Although I was able to take my friend whom Katie didn't know and then he took his friends. We needed to add to the initially dwindling population.

There was Marc and Mark. I think Marc is Katie's bf. Not sure though. - I mean..one of them is, but which spelling, i dont know.

Anyhow. It was great fun, we climbed the roof a bit although fully acknowleged our failure in footwear did not appreicate and could not do anything too fun on the roof on account of it. I believe that sentence is correct. We played flashlight tag as well. Lots of falling on wet grass and hiding in shadows while insects feasted on your immobile blood-filled statue. Watched a horror movie called "The Cave" which initiated dreams involving the movie and storm troopers (yes, from star wars) despite the tremendous lack of any connection whatsoever otherwise.

I am not sure where I got these bruises, either from the hot tub or from the flashlight tag when I tried to hide under a car; I came out with a large number of various shapes, sizes, and colors all over both my legs.

I was actually a little unsure when Pat came if he still harbored negative feelings from the forever long ago [2-3 years] when we broke up(he was my 1st bf). I know I didn't but I hadn't really spoken to him very much since and my encounters with others who never get over things or hate my guts forever or something led me to debate whether or not he might fall into that category. He actually got unusually touchy later on after the movie. It was a bit of a shock to me but I avoided getting into grabbing range after acknowlegeing. It makes me wonder if all ex-bfs get drunk and try to get more touchy to their ex-gfs, since Spence always did that even after he had a gf...haha, down the street no less!

I think I give everyone a near equal amount of harassment. More to Mark because he begs for it. Thing is...if you say that I like bugging on you in particular, regardless of whether it is true or not...you'll get a ton more. Just because you think so or you say so, of course...I have to make sure you're right! How can I resist a willing victim!

I think I may have been a tad over appreicated by Mark. He actually said aloud...in front of all...that if I weren't there the party would be boring...or uninteresting...something like that. [Even if I thought something to that sort I doubd I would be able to say it] Sure, I am flattered to the utmost! However, I defintely know my presence was not a necessity for entertainment. It made me feel pretty good for a bit though. I am glad I am appreicated, I certainly didn't expect it!

Quite honestly, I hadn't even remembered him very well from the last party. I knew I stole somebody's socks but I think I was too intoxicated to actually scrutinize their facial features or even know the name. I certainly didn't get as drunk at this party although I still went through the speech impediment stage. "Sphere of influence" became "Spear of Insulence"...and such. I'd actually be interested in looking for a pattern so I know exactly what letters or types of sounds I neglect. I know you'll think I'm horrible but I think it'd be an awesome neurology project to determine exactly what area of the brain is effected in regards to speech when under the influence of alcohol, cause it's a very particular area- i can tell.

You can tell I am a geek just straight off from this. The fact it even occurs to me..."sphere of influence" from my early history classes and the fact I am interested in the neurology behind alcohol intake in the sole section of speech inpediments on account of it. The jock might be like "dude, we're supposed to get laid when drunk...man! There's no thought involved in that!" Dun mind me picking on jocks, maybe I mean "frat boys"...or dun mind me picking on frat boys, maybe I mean knobs. Okay, one of them. You know, the one-track mind people.

Moral of the story: Fear my Spear of Insulence!!