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Went to Roommate's concert.

Went to Roommate's concert. Was v. good and surprisingly crowded. (Am writing in manner of B. Jones's diary because am rather tipsy in manner of B. Jones?...) Was very amusing - not in manner of Carl's concert - where during the songs I wished they'd get to the 'tween-song banter and during the banter I wished they'd get back to the songs. Both songs and banter v. enjoyable at On The Go concert. Had two spiced chai lattes. V. recommendable.

Met up with Jillian and Erin, who arrived late and only caught last song. Decided to go to Goodrich Halloween party. Had no futuristic costumes so dressed all in black so as to match. Were futuristic Charlie's Angels, apparently.

Went to Erin's, played with insane cat while she changed. They have a toilet seat lid-thingy and we don't. Wish we did.

Went to my house, drank most of a bottle of wine between the three of us while playing Buttmonkey. [Another advantage of lack of 19-year-old boyfriend - can law/rules-abidingly drink.] Changed into all-black. Were a bit tipsy - I had equivalent of about two glasses, probably.

Went to Jillian's - she changed, we chatted with Joanna, Colleen came over in her retro-futuristic silver/grey getup, we declared her Charlie.

Went to Goodrich. By the time we got there, things were going quite slowly, like I was watching everything through a strobe light. Danced danced danced danced danced. Was good. Danced in circle with the gals. Jillian and I thought about dancing with Finnish Kilt Boy, who was wearing a box, but he got away.

Saw Zac(h?) from tutorial.

Zac: Glad to see you here.
Me: Um... good to see you here too.
Zac: I live here.
Me: Oh, yeah, I know.

He bit Colleen's neck and freaked her out, but that was later. Danced danced danced. Lots of theatre people there - Jillian and I felt a bit left out. Went walking through house and lost Jillian. Danced danced danced, then decided we were tired and the vino was wearing off. Went searching for Jillian - found her having another drink in Steve Art Boy's room. Hmmm. Collected her and walked her home (she was quite loopy and giggly), then came home myself.

Now am in room with four other people and must prepare for bed. There are cartoons on the television. I hate Scooby Doo.

srah - Saturday, 27 October 2001 - 3:13 AM
Tags: alcohol

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