Saturday, June 12, 2004

In a drunken stupor, last night at the boat house, I was brutally stabbed by a wooden chair. Dustin doctored me up with freezing water and an old sock, while reassuring me that he used to be a boy scout... Not sure how sanitary it was, but I was mighty proud of his MacGyver-ness.
Steph and Josh passed out in the boat; he wore a life jacket just incase. Alex ran interference between me and Dustin. Apparently we spend too much time on each other, and not enough yakking it up with the crew. He just tastes so yummy.
I'm still a little bit off, and it's been 12 hours since I stopped drinking... Thirteen since I weened myself from the pipe.
And I'm off to do it all over again.

.:dr0wningophelia:. 13:25 | |