So I went to Dylan's this Saturday for Michelle's birthday kegger — which is funny, because I think her b-day party last year
was the last time I'd seen Dylan.
We're working on that, if the drunk talk this weekend is to be believed. We're neighbors now, sort of, and Dylan and I have always been able to pick up our friendship right where we left off.
The party. I think
I'm getting better at socializing with strangers, although for all I know they were all patronizing me. The line between polite interest and bemused disinterest is hard to pinpoint at a kegger.
We played some foosball, did a shot, and (with the declaration "Sir, I studied under Aaron Jubb
!") I entered and lost a chugging contest.
I have never seen anyone finish a cup of beer that quickly. This wasn't "wow, you're fast," it was "wow, I didn't think that was physically possible."
Dylan had an "Obama on a stick" sign from the state fair, so there was some talk of the election. On the way back from Stillwater last Friday I'd gotten into a typically combative conversation with Graham, so it was nice to talk politics with people who keep the emotional stakes low.
(Move to Minnesota, Bill: I don't care that you've reversed polarities. And I'd extend the same invitation to Alan if he weren't on the moon or wherever it is that he's gone now.)
I've become weirdly averse to sleeping on people's couches — I think it's the autonomy issue rather than any worries about being a bother — so I stopped drinking right before they unveiled the Disney princesses ice cream cake.
My piece had Ariel: this has been the month of The Little Mermaid
references for some reason. I hope, hope that I didn't sing Shelley's cigarette version of "Part of Your World," but I don't remember and it seems at least possible
that I did.
Oh, ice cream cake, how I love thee. Hurrah for birthdays.
The very first night I lived in England, I watched a guy down a full pint of beer in exactly two seconds. We counted. An apt introduction to the other side of the pond, I suppose.
Dan, I have a confession. Whenever I suffer from one of my "I miss Lawrence" spells I get pulled towards your blog. Sadly, I don't Minnesota is very likely in the near future, but I do and fond memories of watching the election returns with you and Bill.
Thank god I posted as anonymous so only you know how poor my English is.
"Sadly, I don't think Minnesota is very likely in the near future, but I do have fond memories of watching the elections returns with you and Bill."