we decided a while ago that this would be the last week we’d all go to swift’s until the end of the summer. some of us are away until the fall semester, some of us are making valiant attempts to take a vacation from drinking and general debauchery, some of us just can’t afford it. as such, it was deemed necessary to make a truly twisted night of it, a mission we accomplished (and then some). some of us arrived sporting new looks - i was blonde, al had glasses, chris had showered - which was entertaining. the available evidence only hints at the incredible inebriation incurred by all involved. we made all the mistakes people who are already drunk tend to make - we switched between pints and shots and cocktails and good lord knows what else, and some of us even attmepted to eat (shock, horror). the original, hazily-formulated plan had been that we’d drink at the bar until we could drink no more, then we’d head over to a new wave club and continue the process. we actually got our eighties fix before we even left, thanks to an affable dj. around nine or ten he started in with some prince and eurythmics and played more or less everything we asked for until we staggered out. this was fortunate, because the club we eventually piled into cabs and arrived at turned out to be closed. undeterred, we hit another one and capped off the night with yet more completely superfluous alcohol. i don’t remember how i got home, but apparently i did, and all i’ve got to show for it this morning is a minor hangover of the fuzzy-headed variety. not bad, indeed.