last night, I learned what having kids is like.

alex's birthday, right. so a condo of four twentysomethings now. three of 'em drunk off their asses, unable to even crawl to the bathroom to upchuck tequila in, right. somehow, when I do lug all three of them into separate beds, they all find the wherewithal to get out again and start trying to drink out of the toilets and take more shots. would have been easier if I could've just tranqed 'em all. funny thing is, I would have if I'd had such.

anyway. the point here is not to cry unfair, but rather to relate the dream that happened after. started out in the english building, third floor, so late the sun was coming up already. I was there with kat and we had art projects, ala giant third grade things, on display for poetry that the anderson was supposed to come inspect, only she hadn't yet. talking to kat, debbie came by, I start telling the story of how I got the idea for mine. flash forward to the story itself: I'm in my car and the anderson's with me, in the passenger seat. we're driving along a road in the dark, and while it's in the woods (and the pine trees are huge), the road's like a six-laner in phoenix and there's a huge, huge parking lot at the end. it's raining, and a very dark night. we get to the parking lot and little shacks of single apartments are scattered around, all with cars parked around 'em. now, I don't remember if we go to one in particular, or if we just pull up to a random one, but we go inside. it's a party. there's a guy I dated for a few days (in real life), and I hear his whiny, queeny voice from another room and want to leave, but the anderson goes slow and the guy, upon being told that I'm there, comes shrieking out. he's drunk, and can't wait to unzip his pants for me. I know he wants to have sex, but I don't want to let him even though I'm carrying over from real life that I'm horny as hell. I get the anderson to leave and we get back in the car and drive into the dark and the rain and the forest. if much happens after that, I don't remember it.

I'm fairly certain I know what some things mean.

also, I got a little drunk before anyone else did and sobered before they were drunk, and learned that to music when I'm drunk I don't keep my clothes on. then again, all I need is, say, three shots to lose inhibitions, and I can sober quickly and be drunk-fun on them. end.