Went out with Elena last night, just up the street to the Alchemist. The Alchemist is the perfect bar because it's a 3 minute walk from my doorstep and the people there are friendly. The food is only so-so, but whatever.

I drank too much. I barely drink anymore, so five pints (one of which was a real pint, not an American pint) of dark beer really knocked me. Especially because I only had a sandwich for dinner, a few hours before going out to drink.

At one point, I agreed to coach some girl in Guitar Hero. What? I mean, they have a Guitar Hero 3 competition there every Tuesday, so at least it makes some sense. But I do not approach people. She told me her name and I can't remember it for the life of me. I think it might be Colleen. Hahahaha.

Anyway, I didn't sign up for the tournament, but it looked fun. The people were all really cool to each other, even the ones that sucked. And some of them sucked. Some guy dropped out, so I played for him on hard and only got 40% on Cult of Personality. Considering I've never played the song before, I was drunk, and I was standing thirty-plus feet away with drying contacts, I think that was pretty good. I definitly could have kicked everyone's ass on medium. Not everyone, there was one dude who got 100%. But everyone else.

So I'm going to pick up GH3 today with the last of my Best Buy gift certificate, and spend the next week practicing a little. 'Cause I said I'd go back next week and get at least 50% on hard on that song. What? Drunk.

I stumbled home, managed to get a glass of water without spilling (I have this lovely, plastic 16 oz glass that is perfect for drunkeness), and sat down to chat with people online. About ten minutes later I sarted to feel really sick, so I went to bed. I managed to get into pajama pants, but gave up on changing out of my shirt or taking my contacts out. Oops. Did that at 3:30 in the morning when I woke up.

I feel okay now. I forced myself to take a sip or two of water every time I woke up in the middle of the night. Just a sort of lingering blah, which I will not complain about.

Plus I woke up this morning to an email from Old Navy telling me they have women's plus bathing suits. Finally. And they have tankinis. Perfect! I can get a top and still wear my board shorts! Yay! Of course I have no idea what my size in women's is, but hey. It's all good.

I went out last night for the first time in over a month. Out, like, not just to dinner but with the specific purpose of drinking and socializing. I also got drunk, which I haven't done in a long time. And, more importantly, socialized with flesh and blood human beings (no offense to my online friends). And there was flirting. Oh, how I love the flirting, even though it never goes anywhere. It's a win-win, as sad as this will end up sounding; I've got way too many issues to flirt with someone that'd actually come home with me, and usually the woman who flirts has just enough issues that she really means it when she's drunk (would mean it when she's sober, but there are all those inhibitions) and, besides, she likes the sort of safe attention I pay her.

I've gotten over my angsty phase when that sort of pointless flirting would depress me, and now just enjoy the moment. I don't know if that's a sign of maturity or resigned indifference to my fate.

Towards the end of the night I forced myself to drink three pint glasses of water, then had another when I got home. I was hungover at 7 am, but then I just went back to sleep and was fine when I woke up at 11. I can feel the sort of "blech stomach" I always get after drinking, but it's not too horrible. I always regret getting drunk the next day, because it's rarely worth the gross feeling that sticks with me for 24 hours.