in the span of a month a very nice college boy can go from having never had a drink in his life to carrying the obligatory red-plastic-college-party-cups three nights running. and not filled with water or kool-aid. i don’t know what’s happened to me. i do know that it’s not such a bad thing though. very under control. i can quit at any time.

i keep thinking of the end of the simpsons episode with rodney dangerfield, where everyone suddenly has martinis and are wearing leis (lays? leighs? hawaiian flower thingies?), and marge asks, “where did all this booze come from?” and homer gets leid (laid? layed?…) and gets a drink handed to him from offscreen and just says, “it’s a party, marge.” then that song that goes, “that’s the way you want it, any way you need it…” by journey comes on. what a great bit.

i’ve been saying “it’s a party marge” all weekend. and at the party friday night, they played that journey song and i sang it into a tv remote control which i found could be used as a prop microphone, because i am clever.

but i’m just living the college life and doing it moderately so concern yourself no more. of course, today i’m living the life of a very boring college boy. i don’t think i’ve done a single thing besides go to the grocery store. i bought taquitos and ice cream. time for a taquito sundae? (sunday? sun-deigh? okay, joke’s over) no, that’s disgusting. i bought lots of other things too., but they’re not as fun to say as taquito or as fun to eat as deep dish apple pie ice cream. hot damn that stuff rings my ice cream bell, figuratively speaking.

i think the trick to turning the story of the last few days — which didn’t really contain any great stories — into something interesting, is talking like a damn fool about it all. or maybe i just sound like a damn boring fool instead. who can say really.

but the real take away here is that if you have vanilla twist smirnoff and put it into coke, it tastes like vanilla coke. holy god, new mixed drink of choice. highly recommended.

and there’s not school tomorrow. this weekend is just too good, almost.