August 05, 2003. 4:39 in the afternoon..
Another Wedding
So the coolest thing about being born on January 19, 1978 is that when I say I "partied like it was 1999," I really mean it because 1999=the year I turned 21! Numerous blackouts, crazy long nights, and public vomiting all make me think of being in college. Oh, the memories! Of course, I think I might've partied even harder in 2000, but there's no Prince song for that and if your partying ain't got a soundtrack it ain't really partying at all.
Anyways, the reason I bring this all up is because this past Sunday was Christina and Darren's wedding and I most definitely partied like it was 1999. Kegstand and JK were there, Droo was there with his scandalous new girlfriend and a whole slew of people I haven't seen in many years were there, like Brent, Saleema, Kelly, Amy, Brenton, Gary and Katrina. Going to friends' weddings is fun because you get to see all your old friends. This was the fifth wedding in 13 months that I've been to and hanging out with people I haven't talked to in forever has been extraordinary.
Have I ever told you about Brent? Way back when we were freshmen in college, he had an interview to do animation for South Park which had just started up and was in production in Westwood. He couldn't make it to his interview because he was locked in the basement of a frat house getting hazed. Is that a great story or what.
Back to the wedding. Three pints of Gordon Biersch Marzen, two glasses of red wine and two glasses of champagne were consumed. Gary, Droo, and I all managed to say "skin flute" (well, in Gary's case, "meat flute") simulatneously and independently. You know, like I said something and then we all chimed in with the same answer (as opposed to me saying, Hey guys lets all say skin flute at the same time). Anyways, those two were a hoot and a holler to hang with.
All the drinking did come with its consequences, namely having to go to work feeling like mung yesterday morning. It'd been so long since I'd woken up with a hangover, even longer since I'd gone to work hung over, even longer than that since the last time I felt like puking because of alcoholic intake (watching the Real World Paris, though, is a different story).
And since it's coming up on time to leave work, I shall end this entry abruptly!
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