The Dancing.

When it comes to house parties, I am usually the guy who arrives sober with a flask full of something and a four pack or six pack of something and get's drunk about an hour in and then slowly sobers up throughout the night. I always envy the people who arrive drunk and somehow maintain they're awesome drunk level for the whole night. Last night though, we thought maybe we could have pre drinks somewhere and then walk to the party. Of coarse by saying that we want pre drinks somewhere, it ends up being my house.

We were ready, we had three shot glasses, salt, lemons and a bottle of tequila. By we, I mean Saf, Chris and I....yeah, I just realised I haven't even said who was there yet...anyway, we took a shot and it went down well. Licked the salt, then took the shot then sunk teeth into the lemon, I never remembered shots being this easy. Even Saf found it easy, and he's a pussy when it comes to alcohol. I originally wanted to just do the one shot and then start mixing drinks, but after the first we all agreed that it was too easy to stop at one. We all re-salted our hands and filled the shot glasses, this one went down alot worse, for all of us. I don't know what it was, we used the same lemon so maybe we didn't get the amazing crunch and burst of flavor that we got the first time but yeah, I have always hated shots, the first one made me think that maybe I don't hate them but the second reminded me why they suck. Not to mention the third one...

After the shots, we all felt like shit. I remembered that I bought five four packs of Superman energy drinks at three dollars a four pack to mix the tequila with to make like a Pulse type thing or something...'Note to self: Never, ever, ever do this again'. It tasted fucking awful, it tasted almost as bad as straight tequila, which is hands down one of the most disgusting kinds of alcohol I have ever had, I can drink Vodka straight a fuck load easier than that shit.

Anyway, to cut a shortish story marginally shorter, tequila just didn't do it for me. It was so unbearable that I didn't drink as much as I needed to so I didn't get drunk enough to maintain the drunkenness throughout the night and yeah, I sobered up, but then I realised, who gives a darn (yes, darn!) if your sober, well, me anyway. I get the high I need from dancing, at least last night I did anyway. Now I feel like Caitlin...how Catholic...

Oh yeah, and the most amazing thing ever happened last night! I was dancing like a Catholic and then this guy came up to me and was like 'Ohhh, Cosma!' Now I've seen this guy before but I am not entirely sure who he is, 'I read your blogs man, they're fucking awesome!' he said, or something along those lines. Now I know I am going to feel like some sort of phallus shaped body part when I say this but yeah, I felt like a celebrity, and not just any celebrity, but Owen Fucking Wilson!

Yes!