i think i got my first birthday present today. i say i think, because it’s this huge envelope with a return address i don’t recognize and would have to reason to be expecting anything from, so i’m assuming it’s a gift from someone. maybe it’s just some random crap though. i guess i’ll find out on thursday.

so as it turns out i’m going to a party tonight after all (don’t scream hypocrite, i’m very sensitive). it’s okay though, because it’s not a regular stupid college affair, it’s away from campus in my buddy spencer’s nice place on wilshire, and the crowds that he and his roommates draw are almost entirely cool kids and no meatheads. so it’s different and acceptable. and this may have to be night #3 of drinking (the corruption is beginning, i can feel it…) because, well, see above. plus it’s a three day weekend, so many would say i owe it to myself to stay up until 4am and come home wobbly.

and what kind of a man would i be if i didn’t believe what everyone else told me?

just kidding–i don’t see it as caving in, i see it as part of the grand “i’m turning 21 this month” experiment to determine to what extent alcohol will play a part in my adult social life. it’s all in the name of science, folks.

[brian then realizes that talking about drinking makes him sound really immature and young and stupid and shuts up promptly. have a good night kids.]