june 19th 2008 thursday 10:03 pm Three nights ago I went to see The Happening with a few friends. I kind of didn't want to watch the movie, but I did want to hang out. After leaving the theater at 12:30AM disappointed, still awake, but thirsty I wanted something to drink. I had coffee in mind so when we got to my friend's place I tried to find some. It took me six minutes to find the coffee grounds because my friend didn't even know where his coffee was located in his cabinets! I guess he doesn't drink it a lot. I don't drink coffee much, but I know where mine is. Anyways, I managed to start making a pot because another friend also wanted some. You know those people that you know only because your friend knows them? Well, by the time I was putting my preferred ratio of cream to sugar a few acquaintances came by- with alcohol. I sipped my coffee slowly. It tasted like a cup of black coffee almost, but with a hint of cream and sugar. I was sitting on the arm of the couch contemplating whether to drink or not. A few people were already drunk by the time I decided to start drinking. I finished the coffee and had half a glass of water so the roasted taste was out of my mouth. I walked out of the kitchen, which is right near the hallway and found a couple making out. I'm not sure who they were and I still don't know who knew them. I walked back into the living room and took a few shots of tequila with two girls. The shorter and more obnoxiously drunk one threw up an hour later. An hour later for me was trying to think of what to do with the Tanqueray someone brought. After making a glass of Tanqueray on the rocks I went outside where people were smoking. I sat down next to my friend James and asked him who the mystery couple was. He didn't know. I talked to a few people. They seemed half-interested and focused more on their cigarette. I don't blame them. I was focused on the glass of Tanqueray instead of what they were saying. I went back inside and talked some more to people I knew better. Some people were trying to watch The Sixth Sense because my friend had it in his DVD collection. They were trying to figure out which M. Night Shyamalan movie was better. I told them neither. One of them flipped me off. I went into the hallway and the mystery couple wasn't there anymore. I walked into one of the bedrooms and closed the door. I crawled under the sheets and took my cell phone out. I ended up drunk texting someone from here, sitdiary, at 3AM. After having a conversation with that person I fell asleep on my friend's bed. I woke up around 11:00AM, reviewed my texts, and laughed. I'm not sure what aceshigh6996 was thinking at the moment. I walked out and my friend James, whose apartment I was in, was in the living room. He said that after most of the people found rides to get home and a few slept in the living room he found me in his bed. I guess I was so tired/drunk that I forgot that I wasn't sleeping in my own bed. He ended sleeping in the extra bedroom on a futon. I got back to my place at noon.