Monday, bloody Monday

So....the weekend.  Oh, the weekend.  I miss you already.  Friday night, made it a double feature evening with Napoleon Dynamite (funny as hell) and A Home at the End of the World (great, wonderful, loved it).  It was nice to catch up on some long overdue movie watching.  Lately, my attention span has been shot and I can only concentrate on things in increments of 30 mins.  Even when reading magazines, I just read the captions under the pictures- the articles are too overwhelming for me.  I need to get over this.  Saturday, went to the beach, but was sure to wear a cover up so as not to re-burn my now peeling lower lower posterior.  Didn't go swimming, seeing as how the water was freezing ass.  My friends from the east coast would disagree with this statement, but I'm from Texas- I need the water temp to be 70 + with no wind factor for me to consider doing anything more than dipping my feet in.  So I just layed out, completely relaxed, wish I was back there right now.  Aaahhh....
So, on to Saturday night.  Mat's bday party.  Had a blast.  It was just one of those great nights where I liked everyone I met.  No conversation sucked, there wasn't a moment where I thought to myself "How the hell can I get out of this?"  Usually in those situations, it's either "I have to go to the bathroom" or "I need another drink"  Two great, if not lame, excuses.  I'm suddenly having a flashback to an extended conversation about the difference b/c a midget and a dwarf.  Weird.  And speaking of weird, around two in the morning, this kid who seemed to be about 14 showed up toting around a bottle of alchol, claiming to be with some guy named "Wilmer."  I thought it was strange, but at this point I was so wasted I just went with it.  I don't know who this "Wilmer" is or why he was hanging out with the little guy, but some questions are just left without answers.  As the night wound down and the party thinned out, pairing off became inevitable.  Let's be honest here- I went to the party planning to hook up.  And hook up I did.  It wasn't a difficult feat, guys+girls+alchol=sex or some variation of the act.   Shit, I actually have work to do.  More on this later (I'm such a tease)
Reagan