Fun Times

Last night was great. I finally saw Metta after what seems like 5 years. We went to a Pike party for Jim's birthday. Both of us intended to not drink, but, as you can imagine, that didn't last long. Before you know it, Tony had convinced me to at least "try" the punch they had made. Of course, it was the most delicious alcoholic beverage I have ever tasted, so my little sip ended up being a few glasses.

We left the party around 11 and then I went over to Kyle's. I wasn't exactly drunk, but I was by no means sober. I think all of my random thoughts, jumping on the bed, strange requests, and insisting on being in my underwear (because it felt like it was 500 degrees) even though his roommate was there, was slightly distracting. It seemed like it took him an hour to finish the last 1/2 page of a paper he was working on.

To fill the space, he decided he should interview someone. Guess who was handy? Me. That's right. Kyle has a drunken girl's incoherent rambling about the difference between groups and teams in a paper he turned in for one of his genius classes. Good call.

After that, he decided it would be a good time to teach me how to play a computer game. Being in the weird mood that I was, I agreed. The lesson, however, turned into me watching Kyle play and every once in a while being allowed to click one button, but only on his mark. I can't say that I actually learned anything, but I did shoot someone with a grenade launcher...