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Concerning Birthdays and Friends
October 21, 2006 2:45 AM
oday was Purple Hays' birthday.
I woke up today feeling a hell of a lot better than I felt last night. I was glad to wake up and I looked forward to the day. I got ready and went to Contracts. Class was decent, I didn't pay attention.
Then I had lunch with Ben. Why the fuck do they ever try to pretend that BW3's is a sit-down, get-waited-on table? It took for fucking ever and the waitress was incompetent. But it was her birthday, too. Because it took the waitress so long to get our food out, I had to leave early so that I could make it to ConLawII in time.
I made it with a few minutes to spare, and spent the whole class sitting in front of everyone wearing a blue cap with Chief Justice Rehnquist's picture on it. It went pretty well, I thought - especially when Nidhi (who makes awesome Indian food for potlucks) put a certain person in their place.
Moving on, I had work to do, but didn't do it. Yesterday's sadness came back for a bit, and I just couldn't bring myself to do any work. So we went and bought booze - there's now a bottle of Level vodka in my possession.
After a while, it was time to go to dinner for Purple Hays' birthday. Dinner was awesome. Then we went to the Nitty Gritty, where we ran into some people and generally had a really good time. Zacher showed up, and he was wasted. It was pretty funny.
We moved on to the Silver Dollar, my favorite bar in Madison. We played shufflepuck, where an unbelievable and highly improbable shot by the Birthday Girl put her and Emily-in-Chief over the top, defeating me and Noel the 2.5L. It was bullshit.
We hung out at the Dollar for a long time, and I think everyone had a good time. I know I did. Zachar kept going all-in, even though there weren't any cards or chips or, you know, any people playing poker. Regardless, His L-ness kept outdrawing Zachar. It was sad.
We rounded out the night with a visit to Qdoba. On the way to the Q, we saw a huge brawl happening outside one of the bars. It was kinda cool, but we got out of there pretty quick. When we got to Qdoba, we saw a guy who was so drunk he may have had alcohol poisoning. He got his food and ate it by himself while sitting on a chair, leaning on the cabinet by the napkins and soda fountain. He was eating with a fork, but he kept spilling shit all over the floor. Eventually, his entire meal fell to the floor, but he seemed undeterred - he just picked up piece of the burrito, put them in his hand, and went back to using his fork. Because, you know, it would have been bad manners to just eat off his hands. The floor, that's one thing. Eating with your hands is going too far.
Eventually, the guy migrated over to some barstool type things, and he passed out. Literally. He didn't move. He was drooling all over himself. I decided I was going to call him a cab, but I couldn't wake him up, even when I screamed right into his ear at maximum volume. He woke up later and seemed alright, so we left.
In the end, I had a great time, and I think most other people did, too. For me, the day just served as another reminder of how awesome the people around me are, and I really needed that.
Hays - I hope you had a good birthday.
Zachar - I call.


3 Comments















You know, I had sobered up enough to call 911 briefly. He seemed too drunk even for my mad drunken EMS skillz. He was pretty bad off. Then when he got the 'tude with you, I think Laurance and I were about ready to kick his ass.
In any event, I know you're on a draw.
I just reviewed the entire spring break chronology on your old blog. That was a good time. In fact, I'm listening to Five for Fighting right now in that trip's honor.
Two compliments for me in one post? I think you just made up for calling me a racist! By the way, was that because I said that Justice Thomas's dissent was disingenous and inconsistent with his so-called originalism? Because I still stand behind that.
To be fair, Nidhi, one of the compliments was to make up for a compliment I neglected to give you earlier.