so, the party turned into this:
-I showed up, shaved and with my contacts in (for me, this is the height of getting Done Up)
-a really cute girl, who... I have no idea why she was there... went on a thing how she liked guys with glasses and stubble (i shit you not.)
-the paranoid/(there isn't a word for optimistically suspicious) part of me is thinking that... originally this one chick was coming to the party with my friend Dylan, and he told me she liked me, and I said "egh, she's cool and all..." and then said that this second girl was cute, and then she came and the first one didn't?
-the party was really intense for like 2 hours after all those people drank all their beers. then everyone simultaneously felt sick/tired and left.
then we came back here and watched old episodes of The Simpsons. I know this is some kind of cultural blasphemy, but I had never really enjoyed the simpsons at all until tonight. that show is so good. the early ones are so different... nuts.