"Brent's Mom" kicks "Stacy's Mom's" ass!
2003-09-21 | 12:03 p.m.

Oh MAN, was last night ever a fuckin' rock fest. Seriously, it owned. It owned long and hard and drunkenly. I would like to apologize to the people I was talking to online. I kept trying to save our conversations because I was trying to brutally hard not to make an ass out of myself. Mission failed. I put my head down on the desk for two seconds and totally fell asleep until just before 4 a.m.

It was a night of Brent (that's his name!) talking music with me for hours and hours on end, and completely ruling at guitar. He's gonna be a legend, fo sho. Brennen somehow "got his hands on" 40 airplane-sized bottles of whiskey. Decent, Canadian whiskey. There's 2 shots in a bottle. You do the maff.

It's the best feeling to go into a party and know that no matter what, somebody is gonna try their damndest to get you drunk.

I don't think the night would have been half as great if Alex and I hadn't talked before. He's been through a lot lately, and although his situation is really different than mine, it was really comforting to know that he's getting through something that crazy in his life. He actually got something out of one of my recent entries that I thought for sure everyone was just going to think was cryptic and/or written while I was drunk. No, I was sober, perhaps all too sober, and unfortunately very serious. But anyway, walking up the magical driveway to Brent's fucking CASTLE (I still don't know why he invited us) I finally felt good. Certain that I felt good. A nice, solid, good feeling. Got that? Thank you, Alex.

Man, you internet people, I tell ya. You're some good people.

So we open-throated a ton of minis in Brent's hot tub. The party was pretty much a sausage fest when we got there, but it was a grand time. Dan was rocking out on the acoustic and was singing a song about Brent's mom. I found this hilarious because Brent's parents are DIVORCED. Way to make everything awkward, Dan, you akward...er... yeah I said it. It was hilarious. I started in singing. Whiskey and too much yelling and no-holds-barred laughter gave my voice a real Janis Joplin tone. It sounded so cool, except that the lyrics were so dumb that nobody could stop laughing. "Brent's mom/I wanna show you where I'm from/Brent's mom/Just hold me till the sun comes up/Brent's mom/shh shh don't wake Daddy/Brent's mom/I stuck it to Brent's mom-ee-om-ee-om-ee-om..."

And it went on and on like that. For fifteen minutes. That's like... Phish long. No wait, The Who. It was like The Who long!

Okay, so a lot of Knoxvillian open-throating of whiskey, a lot of music, and a lot of hours logged in a hot tub. Followed by lots of internet time, until I could barely lift my head. Haha, and as always, Drunk Sam wrote Sober Sam lots of notes and left them around the house for my mom to read. My dad can't possibly read them because he went to his university homecoming and thus was getting his drink on, very very hard. I would have stayed out all night had my mom not had a bit of a run-in with the neighbours. My mom is very tiny and pretty and fairy-like so I did the big manly daughter thing and got my drunk ass home so she could sleep better. I shoulda stopped drinking after I got in the door though.

Okay so... that's my entry! I'm gonna go eat, then do some 'splainin on AIM, then work. Thank God for tylenol.

-S

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