Oh. My. God. This weekend was quite a fun time. Friday night, I had a bunch of drinks, then turned 21 and hit the bars where I subsequently got more drinks (and more drunk). It was a great time, and for a long while I fought the forces that compelled me to continue to drink beyond that point where I draw the line (namely Aaron and Jen) and I was winning the battle. Was, that is, until the bouncer who had carded me remembered that it was my birthday and decided to do a Jager bomb with me. I made it all the way home, was in bed, and was trying to fall asleep before I passed the tipping point and was forced to foul my garbage can (placed with a large amount of foresight directly adjacent to my bed). When I woke, I felt sluggish and nautious for a few hours (probably the closest to being legitimately hung over that I have ever been) and I felt like passing out and/or puking in the shower, but after a while I felt better. My dad came down, as well did Sarah and Chris, and they and I and Aaron went out to eat dinner at Cheddar’s. Funny story: if they run out of mashed potatoes at Cheddar’s, they will express their laments that they are lacking in potatoes that have been mashed, and instead will offer you other potato products such as twice baked potatoes or a baked potato. You’re thinking well, isn’t that considerate of them, but here’s what the general consensus was: Aaron’s twice baked potato resembled the hell out of a pile of mashed potatoes wherein the outside had been made slightly brown, and baked potatoes can be thought of as dry mashed potatoes that just haven’t lost their continuity. Needless to say, we improvised a little. Also, I think I’m the first kid who drinks to turn twenty-one and order milk at his birthday dinner, then subsequently go out and get trashed. Don’t even try to figure that one out. My dad and I and some friends got drunk at my house, got some T-Bell, and then headed to Del’s. We played some pool and had a couple of pitchers and then came home and passed out.

After my dad left, I cleaned myself up and prepped myself for the next weekend experience: House of Blues Chicago for the Hellogoodbye, Acceptance, Panic! At the Disco, The Academy Is… concert. If you haven’t seen these bands, do it now. NOW. It was a great time. I had fun getting sweaty in the pit, I caught a drumstick from the drummer of Acceptance, and I was sexually assaulted by a seventeen year old girl. Yeah, that’s right, I was the victim, lol. I’m not like mad or anything, it was just a little wierd. I was trying to get down into the pit after taking a small break between bands, and a drunk girl started to rub up on me, then make out with my neck and generally do things that I wouldn’t consider to be valid first date behaviour, so after we couldn’t seem to get past her into the pit, we went the other way around. It’s still funny when I think about it.

I put off doing homework and getting a haircut and doing my laundry and other various responsible activities for this weekend, and it was awesome. As a result, this week is going to subsequently suck.

Je pense que c’est la vie.