A dear, sweet friend (Jess) of mine has coined a word that I very much enjoy: Hurrication. It�s a combination of Hurricane and Vacation. It seems a good fit since the stories people are telling are similar to vacation stories, er, only, not. I ran into her last night after leaving Craig�s still able to drive safely the few blocks back toward my house. I then commenced to get all �Dean Martin Drunk� � you know what I mean, where you get to drunk that you stumble around and slur your words but no matter what, there�s going to be some singing. I was trolling for ugly, promiscuous girls with self esteem issues. You�d think with less people in town, my odds would go up � but that isn�t the case at all. It’s like I got to the party late and everyone’s already all hooked up. At any rate, it isn�t like pity is going to work in my favor either. When it was all said and done I�d walked home at 5am singing �Day-O� collapsed in a heap in my bed. I�d made some new friends, caught up with some old friends, and managed not to throw up after the 1am shot of Jagermeister. Tonight I anticipate more of the same, with any luck. Only tonight I�m looking for cute, emaciated girls with body issues.

**The curfew in my area is 2am, but I figured, how could anyone bother me while I�m singing such a cool song � It�s not like I�m a 64 year old retired school teacher. Some National Guard guys came by and asked if everything was alright. I tried to get them to join me for the chorus but they politely declined. But noting my excellent singing voice spoke with me a moment and left. I told them I had every intention of drinking until morning but the bastards I was hanging out with couldn�t hang and the party was at their house. They seemed somewhat amused.

I’ll be at the Milan all afternoon and The Half Moon this evening so come on out - I should be easy to spot: I’ll be talking to the crying skrawny chic. heh heh.

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