3:10 p.m. - 2004-03-19
no green in my beer
I hate having a really good night followed by a trying day. It's the shadow that falls on me far too often, and then I realize I'm bitching instead of telling people something humorous or interesting about the good things that happened.
So, the good night! I wasn't thrilled about St. Patty's Day. First, as we all know by now, I discovered that my heiritage is not as dominantly Irish as I have been lead to believe. Also, I had planned on being in Butte, Montana originally (host to this allegedly uberhot SPD Party). Things didn't quite work out in favor of Butte, which is probably for the best, since I have prejudged the fete there as infested with underage, boring people looking for Girls Gone Wild cams.
But the night turned out swell. My friend Stacy and I made a pact to go to geology or abstain from partying the day/night away. SO we went to class. And then promptly got to partying, along with her husband (yes, I actually know a preponderance of marrieds). Some local lameass was having his berfday at one of Missoula's public parks, surely illegal. It was the quintessential Missoula party. Too many dogs, packs and packs of 19 year-olds, keg-hoarding. It was the most perfectly Missoula-style blend of hippies, homeless people, frat types and random people I drank in the dorms with. Horrifying.
"If these were the people that came to my birthday, I'd kill myself," I said afer a while. After another wee while, it was time to say goodbye to this lame, lame, piece-of-shit-of-a-party. I came back later, of course.
From there, we chowed down some bar-cooked corn beef and cabbage. Then I met up with E-Liz and then eventually Ms. N and drank more. SO much more.
Naturally, this is all fairly pedestrian until my new friend crush, Stacey Jo, blew into Charlie Bs. Keep in mind I barely know this girl. I was tanked, so I told her, "I have this fantasy where we get really drunk together, smoke lots of cigs and ride a mechanical bull."
Luckily, she is even crazier than I am, so she loved it. I like her because she seems like someone you would make friends with in rehab, and then just instantly fall off/on whatever wagon/white dragon was your previous problem. Basically, she's a badass.
Anyway, we danced and she plopped her cowboy hat on my head. Dreamy.
Then I drank loads more and went to Ms. N's and watched New Waterford Girl, which I still purport to be one of the better movies I've seen that was made in the last two or three years. I just love it. SO much more than anything.
Mmmm...thinking about my dreamdate with Stacey Jo made me forget all my trubbas for a moment. Unfortunately, this Shakespeare paper and subsequent deadline continues to exist. Yaouch.
