01.25.2002 - Loving Every Minute With This Damned Crew

Staying up too late last night may have seemed like a good idea at the time, but when I woke up this morning for work and felt like I had a cat trapped in my esophagus, I had to question my logic. Jeffy needs his rest.

I may not have the most intense job in the world, but putting in another workless day is not exactly the kind of rest I need. I needed to stay in bed as late as possible and only move to maybe fix myself some soup. Getting up at six thirty was neither helpful nor appealing this morning.

Regardless, I threw on a big sweater and drove the ten minutes to work so I could slouch behind my desk for eight hours and maybe do something useful for my company. If "doing something useful for my company" includes interviewing only one applicant and playing Yahoo Games for hours on end, mission accomplished, soldier.

I decided to take my Snot Monster act on the road and walk down to the neighboring Vietnamese/Chinese restaurant to get some soup and hopefully scare some children with my dripping nose on my lunch break. After I slurped down a bowl of egg flower soup which I did not have the luxury of actually tasting, I felt a little better and I was thus able to ride out the rest of the day at work.

When five o'clock rolled around, I hopped in my car with the idea that I would arrive home, knock back a shot or two of NyQuil, maybe take off my pants and crawl in bed for approximately three days. My plans changed quickly, however, when I got a call from my dear friend Kevin letting me know that he is up from Southern California visiting his parents and that he wanted to do something tonight. Kevin isn't in town very often, so I take advantage of every opportunity I have to see him. I told him that I knew of a party or two going on and invited him to come out for them.

Three hours later, Kevin showed up with gifts in hand. He snagged me a Royal Tenenbaums poster from the theatre at which he works, and after he gave it to me, I humped him for a good thirty minutes. After I got that out of my system, we rolled to Souf Central Davis to a party. Mr. Bestfriendinthewholewideworld called me to inform me of this shindig earlier in the day. He said that the party was being thrown for a friend of ours who just broke up with her boyfriend of six years and that he and Rodzilla would be playing some tunes there. When we got there, however, the alleged guest of honor wasn't there and it just seemed like any other party.

Rod and Mr. Bestfriendinthewholewideworld attempted to play a few songs, but people were loud and not paying attention. This prompted Rod to get a little creative with they lyrics before finally giving up. While Kevin took that opportunity to get down with Rodney's guitar, I got a call from the Lovely Julia, who I invited to join us before we left to hit the next party.

After she showed up, I got funky with some hand drums while Kevin played Your Favorite Hits Of Today, Yesterday and Tomorrow. With that kind of entertainment, I'm sure it's difficult for you to imagine that this party was getting asstacular, but I assure you, it was. We got the hell out of there not too long after that.

We then headed over to a party whose host I didn't know. Because it seemed quiet inside, we waited for Matt to get arrive so we would have someone that was actually invited to the party with us when we entered. While outside, we ran into Julia's roommates Meave and Morgan who kept us company while we waited. It turns out that the party was pretty much already broken up by the cops but there were still some people up there. When Matt, Rodney and Kevin arrived, we went on up.

While there, Matt got a girl's phone number, Kevin made inappropriate jokes, Morgan tried to do some sort of Russian dance while Rod and I had to politely decline an offer of a three dollars and a cigarette to make out.

I've done worse for less.

By that point in time, I was delerious from a combination of sickness and exhaustion, so I dragged myself to the car. Kevin dropped me off and we agreed to hook up again for dinner on Sunday.

I'm really happy to be spending time with good people, but man alive, I need to just stop doing anything for a day or so. Thank Jeebus the weekend's here.

-- Jeffy