Weekend Update with J.Carrington
Friday - I spent the day chillin' and playing GTA: San Andreas. Around eight o' clock Megan called me and told me to get my buns in gear and crack it on over. It took me until like 9:15 to get there, because, well, I had to dress up. Mike D demanded it. So, like all the other males in our party, I put on a tie/collar/v-neck sweater combo, and could only find one black sock. So finally I get to Megan's, un-matching socks and all. We had a meeting about the current situation, and I was introduced to Jeff and Dave Frazee. So it was them, me, Megan, and Kate. We then went and picked up Meg Dunn and high-tailed it to the party. It was a fairly crowded place, and there were arts on the wall. I didn't get a chance to see them, but I did get a chance to get to know Dave Frazee better. The party got busted up, so then I had to drive some people back to Megan's, which then we piled 7 people into Mike D's tiny car we went to a bar that was carding, so I got donut and coffees. Then we piled back into Mike's car and got beer and went to Megan's to party. Morgan showed up eventually, poor girl had to chase us around for a while. We were all having a good time, and then for some reason, every time Dave Frazee came into a room I said, "Ladies, and Gentlemen, Dave Frazee," and then I'd start clapping. Dave said it felt like he was on a talk show, then decided that it should be named "The Carrington." Then, when people were walking other people to a taxi, we set up a a real talk show in Megan's living room, with a card table as a desk for me, and a couch for guests. And mugs. If you were on the show, you had to drink whatever you were drinking out of a mug. I had water and juice. Jeff accidently had beer. He thought Mike had got him the mug of punch he asked for, but instead he found Dave's mug o' beer. Mike filmed a 3.5 minute episode on his camera. It was great. The rest of the night was spent talk-showing it up with different hosts and different guests. We eventually got to bed around 5AM.
Saturday, I woke up and ate some of Megan's amazing pancakes and some facon (fake + bacon) and then headed home to shower and not do homework. I sat around all day again, like Friday, then headed over to Megan's at around 10:00PM. We attempted the talk show again, but it turned out to be more of a formality than anything. Then Bob Nanna and Megan Dutkeeeykweqklkuccihcch and Chris Broach and Seven Letter Meaghan, Morgan and Meg Dunn and people I don't know came and joined Mike D, Dave Frazee, Jeff, Danielle, Megan, and me and maybe other people that I can't remember to party it up. Jeff accidently had some alcoholic energy drink, thinking it was a regular energy drink. Oops. Anyway, there was an attempt to play 25 Words or Less, which is a good game, but I totally suck at it. Terribly. Shouldn't I be good at that since I totally am a Fiction Writer and have an obsession with words? Well, I like more words, I guess. And you need to do it in as few words as possible. That's the point of the game. Anyway, the night was great, ended with some drunken drama, and then I got a ride home from two guys I didn't know, who spent the past hour learning kung-fu from a drunken Chris Broach.
Sunday, I lounged around until my darlingbabydear came with some people who were going to a show. We lounged around and took a little nap, and then we got some coffee and walked around, and saw Buckingham Fountain, and then got stuff to make lettuce and cheese sammitches, then watched some made for TNT original movie with my roommate. I know it doesn't sound like much, but I had the best time because my honeysweeitepumpkinpie is the greatest. Fahrealz.