Last night

I had a surprise visitor this weekend from Daytona. It was quite nice. He doesn't like it when I write about him on this...he tends to get embarrassed. So, enough about that.

We went to a party last night. I wanted him to meet my guy friends so he would know who I was hanging out with when he's not here. It's a group of 4 guys, 3 of them live together. Anyhow, they had a party at their house last night. I'm pretty sure that R. had fun. It's really hard NOT to like these group of guys...they're very entertaining and really funny. Plus, they're all musically talented and have a recording studio in their basement...for real.

Last night I...
...drank an entire bottle of wine.
...got called an alcoholic and a whore (jokes, fortunately).
...was given condoms and candy.
...was hugged by some girl I had just met while she drunkenly told me how sweet I was.
...almost died of smoke inhalation from some bonfire thing (okay, slight exaggeration...I didn't die, but I DID cough).
...smoked too many cigarettes (according to someone else anyhow...personally, I didn't think I smoked nearly as much as I usually do when I go over there).
...played a short-lived game.
...heard the words: dick, fart, and motherfucker too many times to count.
...saw a grown ass Harley-type man in pleather (gasp!) pants.
...had a great time!