solid 3.

went to belo this saturday with joel, jerry, and fred. it was pretty fun, til we started getting free drinks at the bar. after that, the rest of the night was one big blur. fred and jerry picked me up from my house dressed in all black, and apparently nobody bothered to send me the memo. i was in a nice white shirt and jeans, had my shirt been any other color, i would have been good to go, but i didnt want to be the odd guy in the group, so i changed into a black shirt. we picked up joel, then stopped by celena's house, then we were off. we get to belo and that place was as dead as heath ledger hanging out with bernie mac at a isaac hayes concert. it was fuckin dead. so me and joel start downing the drinks. 2 jack and cokes later, joel comes up to me and says, "hey, the bartender just gave me free drinks, and she said to come back in 15 minutes." and at this point, id say we were both on a good one already. so 15 minutes pass and we go back to the bar, and the bartender hooks it up with 2 rumple mintze shots. at that point, i knew it was gonna be the end of me (and possibly joel). so we take the shots, grabbed some beers, and take off into the club. we probably should have just stayed at the bar because things didnt go too well after that. lets just say i should make better choices and wait for better lighting when it comes to dancing, and on top of that, some people got my phone number, who probably shouldnt have gotten it in the first place. i guess im much nicer when im drunk. i hope i didnt hand out cash to people either. geez. after leaving the club, we go to conching's, and joel goes yackie chan on us and vomits on the plaza blvd offramp. i was hoping i wasnt next, cuz we had pretty much the same amount to drink, except he had one more shot than i did. thank god i escaped the hurtin that he was goin through. conchings had the usual crowd, we end up leaving because no one really wanted to eat. i think we went there just out of habit. haha. so we go to the jack in the box down the street, and when joel orders his food, he realizes his credit card and his license are missing and he probably left it at belo. doh! i hope he finds his stuff.

sunday morning was pretty difficult for me. i was pretty hungover, but i didnt have a headache, i was more dizzy than anything. so i just stayed home all day, tried to recollect the events that happened the previous night (and hating myself for this), and watched the olympics.

lesson learned. only 7's and up.