| 3/5/99 Got drunk last night. Got really drunk last night. Backstage at the Wind Symphony concert I was talking to my friend Tony, who's getting fed up with school, and we decided to start a support group for those of us who just can't take it [school] anymore. We agreed to have group meetings at local bars. With the first one right after the concert. So then Tony talked to some other people and arranged a thing at Bennigan's, so that all the sick-of-school people who aren't 21 could get in. Russell and I decided to go to BW-3, and Tony and Brian and the all the cool people from Bennigan's would show up there after. So Russell and I hung out for a bit, walked to BW-3, walked back to get his ID, and drove to the bar. Ran into a couple of trombonists, one of whom had been at UM with me. We drank. Watched a trombone player hit on our server. She was cute, but her hair was unnaturally light and her skin was unnaturally tan. She was dubbed "Crispy Critter" when her back was turned by the same guy who made up corny pick-up lines, trying to get her to laugh. So we drank. And drank. Finally the other guys left, it was just Russell and me, and nobody from our "support group" ever showed up. I'm sure Tony's pissy at me. Then we drove back to his co-op and hung out there for the length of a CD, and I took my leave. It was fun bonding with Russell; he has no loyalty to MSU and I could talk freely about Ann Arbor and the life I had there without someone saying, "Why don't you go back then?" I feel a little like a dumbass, though. I was really fucked up. For real. I don't think I was capable of intelligent conversation. I can't hold my liquor anymore.
Today...agh. *blush*
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