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the past and future of parties - 2000-06-22
Today was Summer Solstice. The longest day of the year, or something like that. I feel like I should have hosted a party, or something, or a festival in my backyard, but, really, nobody is available for those kinds of things. Of course, I decided that it was a good idea about two hours after sunset... Oh well. I don't host enough things... I rarely have more than one guest at a time, so I think it's about time I threw a gathering, or something. Something where six or seven of us could hang out in my basement, or backyard, and drink funny drinks, and have good conversation. I propose that will happen before the summer is out, and school starts, and I turn into a pumpkin. --- I spent yesterday afternoon with Natalie, and we had a pretty good time. This was the last time I'll see her before she goes away for more than two months, and the last time I'll see her before we start attending Laurier together in the fall, so it is kind of the end of the beginning, or the beginning of the end, or an end before a beginning, or... Anyhow, I stood around while she bought clothes and underwear with surprising efficience, better than Chad, even. We went to her house, and basically just talked for a bit, superficially reminisced about the past two years, not really delving into anything uncomfortable. Talked about wrestling, and various drinking stories, inspired from a party that took place last weekend. Now, I have a few drinking stories. Nothing remarkable, but some are pretty painful and humiliating, and I would never talk about them here. I have puked in all of the typical places: toilets, bushes, out of Dave's car, off of a porch, even onto myself. Natalie, though, remembered a time that I had forgotten or blocked out, the time where I puked on the curb for forty five minutes, and she consoled me, and, umm, got me water. She describes this as 'more romantic than the typical puking', and well, I'll be damned she isn't right... Before Kim, I had very few romantic memories, I mean, true romance. Maybe three with Natalie, who was never my girlfriend, and one with Melissa who was never really my friend... But I guess I can add the longest episode of spewing I have ever had the pleasure of- Right, enough of that.
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