Pajama Jammy Jam

Is the name of the party I went to last night. Shannon, DJ Princess, helped throw it with the help of 1001 something something productions, not that I'm out to plug anyone.

It was a blast, I haven't danced that much in a long, long time. The primary stage was playing some really, really good shit, and it was fun bouncing around until 5 in the morning. Shannon rented out this warehouse type thing, the venue was pretty large, so you didn't run into the typical, way too many e-tarded kids sweating and falling all over themselves all in one place. They had room to sweat and fall and not disturb anyone else. That was nice.

I went with Andrea and her friend Michelle, who, while following them to the venue, I think managed an amazing 5 u-turns before arriving. I was impressed. Oh, and not only that, but, at one point we were driving 45mph on 217. 45. What the fuck is that? You can always tell when someone has been drinking, or isn't sober when they're behind the wheel because they eithe drive way too fast, or they drive exactly, dead on the speed limit, regardless of traffic. We were stuck behind this car for like 5 minutes, and we were going 5 under, but, of course, rather than making themselves visible by doing something absurd like, say, passing some slowass, they peg it at the same speed and just kinda cruise.

I know it's all a matter of seconds when it comes to total time in transit, but, come on. Seriously. 45? On a highway where the speed is 60? I'd get pulled over for doing 15 over, I'd say that doing 15 under is equally deserving of some attention.

Anyway, so I'm all fuckin retarded today, trying to take vitamins, and eat salty foods as best I can, but shit, I mean I have absolutely no appetite. Not to mention no real desire to do a whole of anything. But that's to be expected. After dinner I'll feel a lot better. Last night coming down it was the wierdest thing. I watched Andrea and Michelle just crash out, I mean, hard, but I was Mr. Energy for almost the entire night. If I stop thinking about how worn out I am, and how sore my fucking neck is, I'm still actually in a pretty good mood. I think it's cause I went halvsies, and spread mine out over a couple hours. Slow up, slow down. I think if I'm going to do one pill in night, that's how I'll roll from here on out. Then again, after I leave for Japan, there's really not going to be much in the way of occasion to do that, so, nevermind. It'll be a purely hypothetical plan for the future.

Tonight I'm going to go meet up with L'Erin, who I haven't seen in ages. Hopefully, she'll call me when she goes out to Bushwhackers, the local hick bar here in Tualatin. I have to admit, though tonight won't be excessive by any means, I'm thankful for it. Cause tomorrow night for the Thrice show, I'll probably go way off the deep end, and then the next day for Coheed and Cambria...sheesh. I am going to spend the next week sleeping this off. Come on Liver, you can doooeeeeeeeet!