From a conference held this weekend in Westminster, MD -- the keynote speakers and attendees hungry drunks all ( Read more... )

saturday night, i get a call from a friend. his name is joe, and here's the convo ( Read more... )

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At bar before comedy club (bartender's choices, except for the beer and the Red Bull/vodka):

Hefeweizen

Wounded Dragon (tastes like Robitussin, served by the martini glass full)

Pissed-off Gummi Bear (tasted like Sour Patch Kids)

Sledgehammer (no idea what was in it--was this the cinnamon drink?)

Red Bull and BelvedereVirgo (or was this the ( Read more... )

"there's too much booze in my alcohol."

text message transcribed by someone dismayed at fireworks:
"it's new year's eve. we should be kissing, not blowing shit up."

plastictoyheart: do you need jiggy ( Read more... )

It was out of control. Boys humping boys, chandalere swinging. Fire. Broken glass. Dance parties. Alcohol steeling. Stair sledding.

I love alcohol.

buggirlfly: i just said no to ass for a boy who probably doesn't even like me.
boudicca83: i just turned down ass for biochem
boudicca83: what the hell is wrong with us?

anya: wait they're talking about me on here: seasonal depression
alison: i didn't think they were talking about people who get on there knees!
abby: hey, she was on your knees!!