friday we got plastered. i'm the most agreeable person you'll ever meet when i'm inebriated. i guess if you asked everyone who was there how it went you'll get mixed reviews. since we were allowed more freedom i personally enjoyed the night at larry's house a lot more, but drinking in the park wasn't so bad. i know some loud motherfuckers.

saturday i spent time recuperating. i wasn't hung over, but my body needed rest from the many long days and late nights of the past few weeks. after church i watched fight club for the first time since freshman year, just to revisit the movie as something of a relic of my youth. seth came over during the night and brought over some super nes games as well as some movies of his own. i thought idle hands was supposed to be a comedy. the lights in my eyes dimmed and i fell asleep during cannibal: the musical and reawoke to seth playing super mario rpg at 5 o'clock in the morning.

sunday we went to the pista sa nayon. many filipino people, specifically young filipino people, are such fucking flakes. the festival had nothing to do with being filipino. roger summed it up best when he said "the girls look like they want to be models and the guys look like they want to fuck." afterwards we filled our bloods with the sugary death of slurpee juice and played basketball. following our hoop dreams, we dilly-dallied at roger's house, and osiris and i exchanged one-word stories of our boring lives online. she asked us to come down to her apartment, and so anthony and i hiked all the way up north to shoreline with the intent of swimming. swimming ensued, and afterwards we decided to drive to the showbox in downtown seattle where we fucked with people using the bullhorn. also, osiris gave us each our pick of a trucker hat from her collection, and so now i have a black one. yay.