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It all began Thursday night. Sasha, Manisha's friend, was visiting from New York. We watched the Dreamers, which is a very sexual movie. During the movie I had two beers and two shots of Patron. The others were also drinking. Then Matt got back from concreting up a large hole we dug for ditch day and we went to Amigo's- a restuarant with decent food and killer margarita's. Now I mean killer in the sense that they are good and in the sense that they are recockulously strong. Six of us went (me, manisha, sasha, matt, jared, and biig peter). We shared two pitchers betwixt the six of us, and then the boys (not sasha and manisha) ordered a third pitcher. Chips and salsa were (was? c&s is kinda like one thing, but i dont know what the official ruling are) consumed as well. It was near 2am and time to leave our favorite little cantina. okay, thats not entirely true, its our only little cantina- a caltech staple being the closest bar to campus. some magazine said amigo's is the nerdiest bar in te country. now that is an honor most bars wouldnt want. we walked back to munth to fully enjoy what our friends at amigo's had given us. but that wasn't enough. oh no. we had to drink more!!! now when i said earlier that i took shots of patron, i lied. i actually just filled a shot glass with patron and sipped it, as a booze of that quality ought to be consumed. When i got back I decided that this would not do. I began to take swigs of patron straight from the bottle. jared found a nearly full bottle of jameson that would soon be his demise. couch and bed were removed from matts room (aka the room i sleep in) and danvcing commenced. at one point sasha was sitting in the dish chair when she said to me, "have you ever kissed a guy." i think this made sense within the context of the convo, but i can't remember. i said "of course." then i thought about it and said, "wait, do you mean with tongue?" "yes." i look up and matt is standing opposite me, on the other side of the chair. it was clear what we had to do. it made perfect sense. so we went in for the worst kiss of all time. our teeth clanked and neither of us was really sure about the whole tongue thing, so we were tentative. but alas, the tentativeness turned to pure spit swapping. didn't last very long, but it lasted long enough. long enough for both of us to realize that "hey, that wasn't so bad." now slow down before you all go crazy out there- i'm not, as my uncle marty would say, going switchy on you (not that theres anything wrong with that). the point is that it wasn't so bad, as i suspected it would not be. its just a kiss, and as matt pointed out now we have good trick at parties. enough of that man on man action,
there was more drinking to do. jared's jameson was making the rounds- manisha was taking sips from it!!! she hates that kind of booze. jared, on the ohter hand, was going at that bottle like a man with little to live for. i think some yaeger even made the rounds. i hate black licorice, but there i was sending that shit back. i think it was at this point that my shirt came off. it went back on after some good photo ops. then i got into a long convo about important things like cancer and god with sasha whilst everyone else partied it up in the other room. then i woke up. big peter handed me mug full of water. i took a sip, put it down and went right back to sleep. then i woke up. this time matt's alarm was going off. it was louder than i'd ever heard it before (its one of those alarms that gets louder the longer you don't snooze it). the point im trying to make is that matt normally wakes up at this point in the alarm, but he was out cold on this day. now this pissed me off becuase i had no idea why the fuck he would set an alarm three hours after a long night of drinking. i figured there had to be a good reason so i just snoozed it and lay back in bed awaiting the next alarm. i thought i was awake for the next ten minutes so i said to myself "hmmm, methinks the alrarm should have gone off by now, ill check the time." 12:14 pm. my how time flies. what was also curious is htat the last i remembered my bed was not in the room, and yet there i was sleeping in it (it turns out i "made" manisha move it back into the room, which is kinda funny) it was then that i remembered i had a lunch to go to. i was gonna wear the same thing i had the previous night, but i noticed a lobber stain on my shirt. no time to brush, just listerine. as the lsitering hit the back of my mouth it hit me- MATT HAS A FLIGHT TO CATCH AT 1:00!!!!! needless to say, he would have to go to mexico some other day, which turned out to be saturday (his step sister got married in cabo). i went to my lunch, during which i tried to piece together my night. i still couldn't figure out how i got into my bed, but i was satisfied with the good time i had. as i walked back from lunch it hit me like a tonne (thats right, a metric fuck ton) of bricks- I KISSED A DUDE!!! at this point started to slap myself on the head. the guy across the street thought i was weird. i took friday off, hung out. saw the little peter (aka da kibbs). went to a party (more of a get together as it turned out) at roxxane gasaway's bf's house. lets just say this was a strange experience. on saturday. i got foods with sasha and manisha and then i left for vegas with jeremy, rossi (ricardo), tae, and nathan. stay tuned for part ii: My life as an alcolholic or how i made $300.