August 30th, 2003
Dream
Man I was just having the BEST fuggin’ dream…. it was so funny that I woke up laughing and pounded the wall next to my bed; right about where the girl next door is sleeping.
I was at a party. A college party. Do you know how insanely hard it is to find anything involving hard liqour and 20-somethings at someone’s house with loud music and stupid costumes here?! College here is NOTHING like it is in America. Dammit. I want to go funneling or drink some nasty blue liquid with my housemate Brandon. It was a party that was occuring this year at school…I’m sure one is just about to happen now, as it is Friday night of the first week of school in Pittsburgh. Fernandez is probably already mixing his red drop extract with tap water and Vladmir.
The reason I was laughing was that I was really buzzing and telling Brandon and Enorme’ (Fernandez) about how I had just come back from spraying Eddie Murray’s name on people’s houses…in PAM! It was hilarious. One of the girls I met last year and I had been talking…this was yet like phase 5 of the dream that had already taken hours. I introduced her, let’s call her Regina, to my brother because they’re both like 19. I used to sleep with her (so young!) but I pissed her off or something (in real life) so we didn’t talk to each other anymore. More exactly, I didn’t call her and she didn’t call me. But it wasn’t happening so I left my house where she was visiting and went off to get a beer and do the Eddie Murray thing.
But at this party were people from my fraternity at Virginia. [Yoda voice] “Old friends, long gone.” Andy was there (he’s like 28 now), and Kuang. The guys that gave me my sendoff when I visited northern Virginia for the last time this May. NOT the guys that got married and act like dicks ignorning me now.
Anyway, so the house seemed different, like the locale always does in my dreams…an amalgamation of places I lived while at Virginia and Carnegie Mellon. The uber college party residence. It was cool. I wanted to get my sweetass Cerwin Vega speakers back, but they weren’t even using them. I was kinda laying over a piece of furniture, maybe an end table, and Brandon the housemate kept dumping beer and stuff on my stomach, then giving me 50/50 rum and coke Long Islands or something to drink. For some reason there was this mystery liqour called “Limejew”. I have no idea why. It was great…. 50% R-E-A-L, real liqour schnapps, real not tap water…I don’t know. We were all laughing insanely (as Fernandez, Brandon and I were wont to do) about nothing, except me shouting out in the stupidest Jersey gangster accent over and over, “You fawck!”
Yeah, falling over into a girl’s lap, drinking more, and following other critical steps of The Five Stages of Drinking on old, ratty, carpet. Man I miss college.
Cheers, guys…I hope you have a great one tonight for me.
PS – HOT…HOT…HOT…EEEAAAAHHHH!!!!….
