drunk on a tuesday night

okay, so here's the deal: i had a summer league game tonight (which we won), and most of the team decided to gather to eat pizza, have a few drinks, and hang out. so we did. we had our pizza, had some drinks, and played a game of....kings. mind you, there were 11 of us playing this game, yet it still took us a couple of hours to get it done. anywho, the end result of a night of pizza, drinks, and a game of kings and f*** the dealer....two responsible people trashed and puking, and the rest of us chillin' out and taking care of them. all in all, i'm not one of the drunk ones, so i'm able to blog tonight. yay me. it's the first time michael has been trashed and i'm not. believe me, it's a rare occurrence. michelle is drunk, too. pretty impressive night, don't you think? it was a great night with cool friends, and i'm going to let one of them post here with me. here's matt kasman. if you know him, you know what to expect. if you don't, well, here he is. think what you want to think. it doesn't matter to me. i'm tipsy and writing this, so, yeah. here's matt:

So, I am a guy you don't know. The point of all this is, obviously, that weblogging is pathetic. Its an urge which is both self-indlugent and exhibitionary at the same time. So, at any rate, here I am, giving in to those drunk impulses which in our cups drive us all. I am here, drunk perhaps, but at the same time typing into a place where "you all" (I will neglect to use the southernism 'y'all', often used in this situation), are bored or uncreative enough to read this to 'surf to'. i've been drinking with Beth, Mike, et. al. Its been a good night. Its early, but we have imbibed quite a bit. Here, in fact, I just had another pint to drink. We're all taking pleasure in the composure of our fallen companions, like ghouls in the graveyard. I don't know what to say, but to encourage you all, by comparison, to avoid this sort of behavior. Drinking does not make you a better person. It is no measure of laudation. Do not, in any case, desire to drink a larger amount on the account of your friends.

so, that was matt. he's a really intelligent guy. some of you may know diane. she's dating him, and she's still here drinking and trying to keep up with him. she's crazy. i've told her that a number of times this evening. matt can drink. yay matt. i think diane can drink as well. yay for diane. now, we're going to get michael into bed. while matt and i are doing this, i'm going to let diane say something (if she wants). so, here's diane (i hope):

hey there... never did anything close to posting in a live journal before.... uh,i don't feel like saying anything... i'm not really as much as a champ as beth would have me out to be.. i wish i could say i was... but honestly, i can't keep up with matt at all. my post is usless, hense, i don't have a "live journal" of my own. it just doesn't seem necessary. in fact i bet there's a lot of people out there who don't need live journals who think they do. eh, i'm done. goodnight.

....and that was diane. she's right. i don't need an online journal, but it gives me the opportunity to write whenever i feel like writing, and it's easier than placing a pen to a piece of paper. so, i'm doing it online. yes, i'm pathetic, but i can live with it. i may feel that i need people to read about my life to make me feel good about myself, but i think that i do miss writing in general and this is an easy way to do it. yups, i'm lazy. too lazy to write in a journal. oh well, i'll live. it's times like these that temporarily keep those random summer nights fresh in my memory. yay for summer.

well, it's 1:40 wednesday morning, and i have to be at work at 9, so i think i'll end it here, and bid goodnight to you. goodnight.

-me : )