In light of Auslander and Villain’s respective WHOOOO PARTY threads, I would like to take a moment and share with the Internet the events of my evening, spent without consuming a single drop of liquor (I’m 20, you see, and it’s illegal for me to drink alcoholic beverages in the United States).
WELL! Where do I begin? Got up late; around 1:30. Couldn’t sleep last night. Been having problems the past couple weeks. Even though I awoke at a late hour, I still maintained the vague plans of heading off to the library to do some revising of my spooky Halloween SCREAMplay. The library, tragically, closes at 6 on Saturday, and as the day progressed my window of opportunity shrank rapidly until it became apparent my half-assed plans to go write were falling through. So instead I watched a bunch of clips of Phantasmagoria on Youtube.
That’s Act I, concluded on an R. Kellyesqe note by the unexpected phone call from my friend Chase asking if I wanted to do something. I said yes. He wandered out of his coverage area before we could make concrete plans. WHAT WILL BECOME OF OUR HERO???
Chase called again 20 minutes later.
“Sorry,” he said. “My phone does that sometimes.”
“It’s okay. I called Josh. He said he’ll be home around 6:30.”
“Okay cool. Let’s all meet up at my place around 7.”
We did. Josh and Tyler were there.
Chase was playing Twilight Princess on his TV, but I didn’t want to watch since he’s much farther ahead in the game than I am. I busied myself showing Josh and Tyler Norna videos on Youtube, then pondered for a moment and called to Chase “We really should go out and do something. I didn’t leave my house so I could go back on the Internet.”
Chase agreed. Josh, Tyler and I were all hungry. Chase tried to convince us to go to Potatoes Galore!, which none of us had been to, but we told him we didn’t want to go to a restaurant solely for camp value. It was at this point Tyler realized he had no money, so we dropped him off at his house and bade him good evening. We sat in his driveway for a few minutes deliberating where to eat. Nothing too far, Chase said. I’m picking up my girlfriend in two hours. I felt like “something ethnic”, as did Josh, so the logical answer was Johnny Carino’s.
While I am usually very strict about my fat intake, I have a rule that I’m allowed to splurge one night each week, usually a weekend. I ordered a water to go with my Italian Nachos, debating as to whether or not I should get a Coke instead. The debate raged in my head for approximately three minutes, or whatever length of time I needed to finish my piece of bread, at which point I decided to get crazy and order a Coke. However, I decided that I shouldn’t get too crazy, and that if I was ordering a Coke I should not also order lasagna. I searched the menu for lighter portions, but found to my dismay that section had been removed. The closest I could find was chicken parmasean panini, which came out somewhat dry but otherwise palatable.
Josh and I discussed U.N. policy over the course of dinner. We asked questions about clones and fucking clones and if your clones fucked would that make you gay?, or what if you invented a rowboat powered by clones giving each other blowjobs? We grilled Josh on his recent trip to Canada and asked how lenient Canada is on drugs, how lenient Canada is on knowing your alphabet, how lenient Canada is on the existence of the television program Beyond Belief? Fact or Fiction, how lenient Canada is on flexibility. Then we left. I was not charged for my Coke.
We returned to Chase’s house and watched Breakin’ 2: Electric Boogalo. I suggested desaturating the colors to make it look more like Schindler’s List. Chase agreed, but only for about twenty minutes, at which point he complained he missed the color. I pointed out that Chase’s big screen High-Def TV handled reds terribly, made them pixelated and hideous. He agreed but countered the film was meant to be shown in deep colors. I yielded, not seeing the point in arguing further.
Ten minutes before the climax of the film Chase’s girlfriend–who had postponed their date two hours on the grounds that she wanted to hang out with Josh’s ex-girlfriend–said she was now ready. Chase immediately began fast-forwarding through the film. Josh and I made whipping sounds. Or maybe it was just me.
Chase ran out of his house somewhat abruptly, but Josh and I saw no potential mischief to be had in his empty home, so we got in my car and made plans. We attempted to call our mutual friend Stephanie, but she was with someone else. We attempted to call our mutual friend Nick, but he was not answering his phone. It being a cold evening, Josh suggested I drive around to get the car heated faster. I drove to Meijer. We took one lap around the store. I debated buying razor blades, then remembered I have three left still.
I returned Josh to his car, but we sat in mine and talked for a while.
“Hey, not to be rude or anything, but it’s getting late and I still need to work out.”
“yeah, it’s cool. I need to be up early tomorrow anyway. See ya.”
I then headed back home and took some creatine. I have just started creatine this week and have been overall impressed by the effects, but tonight felt VERY sedated. Perhaps it was because I was lifting weights at 1:30 in the AM, but my heart simply was not in it. My back in particular was recalcitrant to any sort of change in weight, a far cry from the drastic boost I’d received in my arms and legs earlier in the week. In retrospect, however, my back is still throbbing, so maybe there’s still hope.
Upon returning home I considered having a protein shake but decided against it, fearing the protein would keep me up. Instead I decided to go online for a bit to check to see if the Dr. Tzun Tzu thread had been updated. It had not, but I saw Auslander and Villain’s respective threads and felt the need to contribute one of my own.
So you see? It’s entirely possible to have a grand evening without artificial highs.