Saturday, Aug. 28, 2004
Follow up to the slightly drunken, though well typed entry...
Okay, so you definetely know that you were a little bit more drunk than you thought when you spend an entire entry on diaryland trying to convince people of how undrunk you are.
LoL.
Though, honestly I really wasn't too bad, I was just very silly and chatty too, which I think is actually what pissed my dad off. You know, the fact that it was eleven o'clock and I wouldn't shut up got on his nerves a bit. Hehe. I really do think he was amused by my inebriated self. Oh well.
Oh, and I did not "bitch slap him one", but I was all for doing it, until the alcohol sleepies hit and I signed on to AIM. Then I started IMing my cousin Janine and thirty minutes later we ended up ordering two hundred and fifty dollar Boy From Oz tickets. Thats right folks, I'm going to see The Boy From Oz on September 11th, it was my drunken dream come true! LoL. No, I sobered up immediately when the nice ticketmaster lady told me how much the tickets were. But, hey, I'm going to be eight rows from Hugh Jackman and in the same freaking room with him for three hours, so what could be better!
Okay, time to go pay for those tickets at work.
Latas
ted-ted at 8:45 a.m.