Well, I don't seem able to sleep anyways, so I might as well write something about the birthday party tonight. It was an odd affair, as only half the people there chose to drink and our guest of honor was a bit late.
More power to all. Whoo! Choice!
There were gifts. We got The Politician a copy of the golf game he's been addicted to for the past few weeks, and I threw in a bottle of gin because I bought one on Saturday and I'm not a huge fan of the stuff.
Jubb had homework and midterms and such, but Jonas and I sacrificed some time for our future roommate and drank on this fine Sunday night. Despite our reduced manpower, we still managed to get the The Politician sloshed and ourselves pretty drunk. Sockless Pete, Rock Show Girl, and her fall-term roommate from London all drank with the best of them.
Miß Sarah and Freshman Matt also drank very small amounts of alcohol, but not with the best of them. Just with The Politician.
In my case, I should add, drinking on a Sunday was no sacrifice at all: I don't have class until tomorrow afternoon. Jonas (as well as several other partygoers, I'd wager) has an 8:30 class, so he's really the hero here. All hail the hero.
Of course, Jonas wasn't old enough to get into a sketchy bar, so I guess he's not so great after all. The Politician claims that he hasn't been this drunk since before he started dating his current fiancee, the mysterious dark-haired girl who seems to appear in every picture.
I don't believe him, but I think we might have accomplished our mission: the drunkening of The Politician on this holy day.
Back from the bar, I watched an episode of Freaks and Geeks with Rock Show Girl and now, having decided to fix The Deathtrap at some point in the vague future, I'm off to bed.
