definitely not a love hangover

Monday, October 30, 2006: Upstairs neighbor peeps head out her window as I get into my car to invite me to their Halloween party. "Best costume gets a prize!"
I'm thinking I don't have a costume/haven't done Halloween in years/I don't want to go, but I'll grab some chips at the store just in case I do go and have something to offer them.

Tuesday, October 31, 2006: In the evening, I keep expecting to hear a steady rush of footseps go up the stairs (right on the other side of my wall) to the party upstairs. The first few guests arrive around 9-ish.

I'm talking with Roomie on the phone and ML on AIM. The girl from upstairs knocks on my door with two other girls again inviting me to head up. "But I don't have a costume!" "Oh that's ok, some other people don't have costumes also."

I consult with Roomie and ML whether I should go. They both say yes. So I plan to only stay oh around 30 minutes or so.

I head up and the main reason I go is just so I can see how the other units in the building look like, and they have the biggest of the five, a three bedroom two bath joint.

It's the first party I've gone to in so many years where I basically just met everybody. Seemed everyone was in their early 20's and from the Peninsula, specifically the Belmont area. The upstairs neighbors are pretty cool. I chat mostly with the guy, while the girl makes me a long island ice tea. I chat with other folks. The alcohol kicks in from behind. I didn't even see it coming. She offers me another drink and I say yes. "You want strong or weak?" I mouth to her: "Strong."

Long story short: I got wasted, talked with people and I pray that I didn't say anything crazy or offensive that I can't remember. It was that bad.

I lunched with SG about three weeks ago and told her about the noises that I hear from upstairs, about a girl making delighted playful screams. And at the party, I found out exactly what the noise was all about, as the guy and girl went into the guy's room and knocked boots. One of the guests kept tabs of how many rounds they did; about four before I left. Also right before I left, the third roommate somehow managed to let me smoke out of a bong, which was my first hit off a bong. Whatever.

Made my way downstairs and apparently opened some AIM chats and started babbling, and "documented" the experience via email to Bancy. I found my yahoo window still open with the unsent email to Bance. She got a kick out of that email.

November 1, 2006: All day today I suffered a lot. My first hangover in two years. I didn't want to stay horizontal all day, so I forced vomit a couple of times just to get rid of the nausea. Now we'll see how those pictures turn out. Pathetic.
That's me with the "blood" still splattered on the face. Lovely.