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9.26.2004

Flower Children

First off, I want to say that I have said this before, and this is the line I always use: I am not anti-drinking, I just do it responsibly. Well, last night was one of those nights.

crappy interskate 91 outing. it sucked. not even worthy of capitalization. you're welcome, phil...

Ashley, Code Name, The Hummingbird, bought us some Rubinov, Code Named, Flowers. We went back to the Sam Pietros (sp? sorry if its wrong) estate and drank flowers in her barn. Anyways, I am going to address certain issues, and you are going to really understand only if you are involved. There are certain things that just can't be advertised to the world. No particular order.

Andrew: We all make mistakes, and I don't know how you are going to get out of this one. And even though you said maybe three words to me the entire night, I feel as though I should help you. I am not doing this for you, I am doing this to help my friends. If you will, Damage Control. I don't think that anybody hates you but we are all going to be super critical of you for the next few months. Either way you play it, you are going to hurt someone. You have to consider your options carefully, my friend. And it is hard for me to be fair and balanced becuase one of the one's who is getting hurt is one of my best friends, but I need to say this. Your ramifications suck either way, be selfish about this one, take the one you really want and face fate. This way only the odd one out will be devastated, and you won't be.

Phil: I don't blame you, and whatever your motivations or intoxications were, you have to understand that Dan doesn't particularly care for you to begin with. Now he hates you. I understand that you like Andrew, and were not doing this just to spite Dan.

Dan: I had to tell you, I would hope you would do the same for me. He met the Initial criteria, but failed certain portions. On a 1-100 scale, I would award a 37. There are pictures that we took god knows why....Sam has them, ask her for them if you want to see them. No wonder you like girls too, you need them to fall back on....You have the worst luck at this, my friend. You've been burned more times than any of us.

SamGambo: Today is the first day of Operation: OKAY, My Fucking Turn. When they were all over each other on the floor, however wrong for whatever reasons, they were both really happy. I want to be that happy. So, You + Me = shopping, okay? Okay.

Sam P: I have a strong, sudden urge to refer to you as Mamma P. No Idea why. Anyways, we had fun!! WTF has a barn?? That's smashing. And a fucking orchard?? WE'll have to make spiked cider... Next time, we are doing kareoke. I don't care how bad we are. And we will have to bring our own chasers instead of having to run back in for them. We had a great evening for some girl I just met...LOL. The first words you said to me last night were about my shoes...but we came out of this really strong. Okay, that sounds really Barney-esque, but you know what I mean. We will have to hang out sober so we know what the other is like.

I expect that a lot of the people mentioned won't read this, but I have to say it to get it off my chest.

Comments Welcome, unlike past entries.


Blogger Phil said...
I'm a piece of shit.  

Anonymous Anonymous said...
YOU. ARE. MY BOYFRIEND.  

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