2001-07-01 - 12:24 p.m.
I am feeling... 
"Sure, I can handle another drink..."
Greetings and salutations.....
Since everyone's doing it, I just might update my diary right about now. There are so many stories to tell about things I don't even remember.
The Monkees concert on Friday kicked ass! It was one of my favorite concerts so far in life. (Sting being first, followed by Korn/Rob Zombie.) The opening band, Natural, was pretty damn cool. Their lead singer looks like Zack Morris from Saved By the Bell! Me, Beck, and Nikki got a picture with their cool blue-haired drummer, and Nikki got Zack's and the drummer's autographs. When the Monkees got on, they proceeded to play quite the kick ass show. :) They even played "Listen to the Band" (one of my favorite Monkees songs), even though Mike normally sings lead vocals on that song. We really wanted to go smoke down with Peter Tork afterwards, but alas, no such luck. After the show, we hung out by the gates with the hopes of meeting the Monkees, and Becky and Diana convinced the cool horn player with the afro to give Becky's research paper to the Monkees... which he did. How cool is he! Then we went to Denny's for some good old quote book lovin. :)
And as for last night... the N'Sync concert was actually very good. I'm not really able to get up and dance around at that kind of concert, so I just sat and watched, but I did enjoy myself. They put on a very good show. Afterwards, we wandered out of Detroit and over to Dearborn for Andrew's party. All I have to say is... um, wow. It was a night full of drinking firsts for me. (Keep in mind that I started drinking when I was 12, and am now a few months away from turning 19.)
My big problem of the evening was that I drank way too much in too short an amount of time. This was painfully obvious as I proceeded to get completely and thoroughly drunk for the first time ever in the United States. (Obviously, I have been quite inebriated before, but I have only ever been flat out drunk in Cozumel. God bless Mexico...) I'm sure that the fact that the only meal I had yesterday was a chicken sandwich around 7 pm (I started drinking around 12:30 am) did not help in the least. So there I was, rolling like Fred Durst through whatever drink was placed in front of me. I eventually became so drunk that sometime around 3 am, I did the impossible.
I threw up.
In 7 years of getting plastered, I have never, EVER thrown up while drinking. Not even in Mexico. I always swore I never would, and constantly make fun of people who do. Now I cannot use my track record to my advantage anymore... I feel so vulnerable. I am not an invincible drinker anymore. : | Anyways, after the incident passed, I passed out in the bathroom after brushing my teeth, woke myself up, and somehow ended up sleeping on the living room floor next to Tim. All was good in the world.
And speaking of Tim... strange things happened. I'm not entirely sure how or why, but they did, and it was fun. I'm glad I (however subconsciously) picked a good man to break my "no more men for a very long time" rule with. He's very cute, but more importantly, he's very sweet. Thank God... I've had all the assholes I can handle for a long while.
So there is my weekend so far in a nutshell. Thankfully, I am not hungover- just hungry and a bit exhausted from my whole three and a half hours of sleep last night. I eventually have to wander over to my grandma's apartment to help her finish cleaning, and then I am going to lay around my house for the rest of the day and overanalyze things. (Wow... where did *that* come from???)
Merry Sunday the 1st to y'all.
~*~Piper~*~