Whew, this weekend is just about over. Man, oh man have I got a story for you.

It all started where my family went to Florida. They drove down and left my sister and me alone. In the house. What did they expect?

So, I shottied Friday to have some people over and invite some of our beverage friends. There were about a dozen or so of us, and we were heart broken to find after a hundred phone calls and premade arrangments have fallen through, and we were without drink. Or so I thought.

Apparently Jay and Erik brought some in and invited a select few of the party-goers to share in their stash. How nice, huh?

I want it to be known for once and for all, that I really don't like Jay; Friday was the last straw. Since the day I met the kid, he has maybe said 25 words to me. I try to start a conversation, I try to say 'hi,' but he's just not interested. I've attempted to be his friend, but, again, he's clearly not interested. This didn't make my dislike the kid, don't get me wrong.

On Friday night, he walked through my door, into my house, for my party. I didn't invite him, but Erik did. I did give Erik permission, however, because I wanted everyone to have a good time. Not a single 'hi, hello, or how are ya,' but he did inquire as to the location of peanut butter. Long story short, he offered some of his stash a few of the people at the party, and those that weren't invited were offended.

They were offended, but I was pissed. Not only was it rude to not include the host, but lying to my face was something of a whole different nature. Also the throwing of cups under my step father's truck shows utter disregard for someone's personal property, incredible stupidity, and general lack of common sense. Who did you think was going to have to pick them up? WTF is wrong with you? THANKS FOR STOPPING BY, YA PIECE.

I'm not nearly as pissed at Erik, becuase he has earned friend tenure, and I understand that we all fuck up occasionally. I've had good times with Erik that have far outweighed how pissed I was. Jay, on the other hand, doesn't have anything on me. His little antics have plunged him into the red. Deeply. It's a good thing he left, becuase the way I screamed at Erik would have been nothing compared to the fury of hell I would have unleashed...

Anyways, New topic.

Saturday night was different. My sister purchased me a bottle of Hpnotiq. (No 'Y,' Thanks for the correction Dan) Thanks Ashley. I had less people over, and it was a bit more fun. My sister also let us tap into her stash of Smirnoff. Again, thanks Ash. It was Sam, Jack and I in the beginning and then Dan showed up after work. There wasn't enough to get us all drunk but we all got a little tipsy. It was fun.

Today was sucky.

What'll tomorrow bring?

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