last night
Last night was a party till the sun came up extravaganza. It started with the art show at the Emerald. It was a smokey crowd of scenesters and artsie people. My contribution to the show was a blue panel with a big smear of yellow paint on it, and a little splotch of white paint and a littler splotch of red paint. A broken-down alcoholic looking guy stumbled over to me and gave me a thumbs up and an okay sign about my piece.
I drank a lot of beers and looked for a girl to hit on, but there didn't seem to be any. There was this one girl with big blue eyes, and a big butt who kept catching my eye. I asked her if the guy next to her was her boyfriend.
"Yes," she said.
Matt and I went down the street to a couple of other bars, but they weren't any more promising. I saw this girl that I've been trying to take out for a couple of weeks now. "Let's try wednesday," she said. "Okay," I said. I saw a girl that I had fooled around with a couple of nights ago and then never called. Sometimes I look at her and she looks pretty. Other times I look at her and she looks ugly. Last night she looked kind of pretty. And her tits seemed huge. But then she smiled and she seemed kind of ugly again.
I split a gram with this guy named Flipper. I gave it to him and let him take it back in the bathroom for a bump. Flipper spilled it all on the bathroom floor as soon as he opened up the packet.
"I'm sorry," Flipper said in a stupid, drunken voice.
Matt and I went back to the Emerald. We closed it down. Then we went to this after hours party. It was kind of cool, but the guy that invited everybody over decided suddenly to kick everyone out after thirty minutes. Matt was gone, so I got a ride with these two girls in a station wagon. There was a small group of us and I said we could come back and party at my house.
I put on some Radiohead, lit a candle and I had my own little afterhours party going. I found some Amstel Lights in the fridge and passed them around. This guy Jamie laid out six generous lines on a plate for all of us. We all had a jolt to keep us going.
There was this English dude who supposedly has small independent record label in England. He was working with Jamie's band. The English dude was so fucked up that he talked like Ozzy Osbourne, in rapid spurts of gibberish that no one could understand. Jamie entreated the English dude to play the guitar. The English dude ended doing a whole concert while sitting on my coffee table. The English dude said I looked like Clark Kent. Then later he kept apologising for saying that.
"Don't worry about it," I said. While the English dude was playing his concert, I started rubbing this one girl's back. She had long, lovely hair. I met up with her in the kitchen and we started making out. It was a really great make out session, with hands going all over the place and the kissing going off the side of the face and down the neck and up to the ear.
We drank and smoked and toked and snorted until everything was gone. The last thing we had was a camel cigarette and we passed it around like it was fresh water on a desert island. I followed everyone outside to say good bye. It was already getting light. The English guy stumbled away carrying a palm frond. I kissed the girl again with the long lovely hair.
Then I went back to my bed and collapsed.
9:51:59 PM 
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