Wow it's been over a year since I've posted something. Not sure why I stopped. Guess I got too busy with school and work and I started some other art / design related blogs that I've also failed to update.

So what's happened since the last time I posted? Well in a nutshell I moved into the city (SF), met some really great people, made a friend, who became a girlfriend of sorts, who I later broke up with while drunk (my worse breakup talk ever). And now I'm single again. And the friends I made were all friends with the girl I broke up with so I probably wont be hanging out with them anytime soon. Awkward.

Anyway, not sure when I'll be back to this thing. But just checking in.

So I "met" this girl in DC. The reason met is in quotes was because I was drunk and don't remember her name and didn't get any contact info from her. So...did we really "meet." (Yes, that's why I always bring a camera) Anyway we met at this bar and by that time I'd probably had about 3 beers, a glass of wine, and a couple cran-vodkas so my memory is a little hazy. So we made a little small talk, and then went to club, did a little dancing and made out on the dance floor. I distinctly remember licking her shoulder. Yuck. I hate it when I get sloppy. I'm sure she wasn't happy either but who remembers? Though she stuck around and I do have pictures of her looking relatively happy that she's in a picture with me. But maybe that was before I became a tongue monster.

Anyway near the end of the night she and her friend were about to leave and my friend had to ask me if I got her number. Nope. "Well go get it!" Oh okay. When I get drunk the attainment of current or future sex is sometimes not on the forefront of my mind. So I chase her down and ask her for her number and she's like "I'll see you tomorrow at your friends going away party." (I have the distinct feeling this was said in the tone one would use when confronting a lost puppy. Like, "Aw look at this lost puppy he doesn't know his way home.")

At this point a couple of thoughts go through my mind in this exact order. "If my friend asked me if I had her number then he probably doesn't have it. Maybe he has her friend's number? If none of us has each others contact info then there's no way she'll be able to find his party. This is some kind of blowoff. I need to get back to the club and have another drink." I think somewhere before the last thought there probably should have been a thought like, "Let me get her email address." Or "let me assure her that I'm not from here so I'll probably never call her at least not for another six months so she should just give me her number just in case." Or "Sorry I don't usually lick girls shoulders but I'm extremely drunk now and if you give me your number I promise never to lick your shoulders again."

But unfortunately the last thought won out and smashed the other thoughts down with it's need for more alcohol and so I said, "Ok."

I think this is the first time I've ever made out with a girl and not gotten her number. If you made out with someone wouldn't you want to see what they were like when they weren't drunk and licking your shoulder? I would.

Last weekend I went to DC to visit my friend who's being shipped off to Afghanistan. He's in the airforce doing diplomatic stuff so it's not too dangerous but it's still not good. Anyway the quick recap:

Friday: (7pm) arrive in DC, drinks, dinner, bar, drinks, meet girls, drinks, club, make out with girl, drinks, say good bye to girl, drinks, leave bar, food, pushed down by friend, skin elbow, sleep.(4am)

Saturday: (10am) breakfast, mimosas, errands, lunch, margaritas, pool party, daiquiris, dinner, drinks, shots, salsa dancing, shots, shots, shots, pizza, shots, swimming pool, sleep.(8am)

Sunday: (12pm) Soccer game, pizza, beer, wine, martinis, gentlemen's club, pizza, sleep. (3am)

Monday: (6am) leave DC, coughing, arrive Tennessee, sneezing, arrive SF, sick.

I guess my body wasn't prepared. I'm mostly recovered now but still slightly coughy and phlegmy. My friend will be back in 6 months and I'll be back in DC for the welcome back party. His only request is that I send him alcohol (disguised in listerine containers) and porn.

I guess money shot has entered the common parlance? Or maybe just among nerds...

"No matter how cute the girl there's always someone sick of her shit."

I thought this was a good quote because it reminded me of my ex gf.