It's good to be back. For uninteresting reasons, I've been without Internet access for the last week or so. I've had to go across the street to my semi-friend's house to mooch e-mail time. It's the small things you miss.
Thursday. Bachelor party for homeboy. I've never had so much fun in my life. We—I and the flatmates—got him to do the dishes at our apartment, which was a boon for us because it had previously been D's turn to do them for about a month. We called that a learning experience, or something to that effect. While he was in the kitchen, we were in the living room playing XBox. THEN we got him to get into his Speedo, which he inexplicably loves, and run through the gigantic sprinklers in a field by our place. Cameras materialized. At least one was not ours. THEN we got him to buy a box of condoms and a single banana at the supermarket. The look on the cashier's face was truly classic. THEN we took him to the batting cages. No prank involved here, just good clean fun. THEN we went to the good ole pub and he did manly things like sing "I'm Every Woman" by Whitney Houston at the karaoke machine. I swear that if there had been just a couple more people there, or if they had been slightly more sober, they would have booed us out of the building. They came close as it was. THEN we took him to a casino, where we played the extremely low-stakes games, each starting with two dollars exactly. One member of our party got crazy lucky at the poker machine and walked out with $21.20, for a total return of 1060%. Not bad for ninety minutes' work, but too bad he didn't start with, say, $2000 rather than $2. Anyway. THEN we took the groom-to-be home to sleep away the effects of the night's carousing and rip-roaring hoo haw, while I (heretofore the designated driver) and some remaining mates said hello to our old friend Crown Royal.
Friday. Just a blur. Not that I would have accomplished much, anyway.
Saturday. My best friend, the brother of my graduating-from-college flatmate, arrived in town. We stayed up way too late and were way too tired for …
… Sunday. Woman graduates. I ask The Question to her parents while they're in town, and Oh Thank God they say yes. They said they liked me (though in many more words) and it truly was encouraging in the best possible way. I just can't express how relieved I am to have that damned tradition out of the way.
Tuesday. Left early early early to drive a long long way to catch an early early flight. Did you know that being in an airplane that refuses to warm up can cause insanity? Neither did I. I learned something that day.
Wednesday. Renewed driver's license. I walked in and took a number. The number read "76"; the ever-helpful members of the Deptartment Of Transportation were "Now serving: 27". I wanted to die. I almost did, several times, after 60.
Thursday. Drove all night with multiple family members to arrive at my summer job location this morning (Friday). *deep sigh*
It seems whatever brief summer vacation I was granted this year was swallowed up by drink. My friends are all getting married. It's depressing, and now I'm tired and want to sleep. Forever, if possible.