magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

there was a party tonight at this place downtown called "the space" (oooh, can we be any more trendy?). was feeling terribly out of place at stef's beforehand, waiting for everyone to get ready. five girls and two gay boys, worrying about clothes and hair and makeup. part of my wished that i did have more clothes and could get all spiffed up to go out, i hate the clothes that i do have, and am planning on taking as little as possible with me to rome and building a new wardrobe there. but part of me also felt like it was a lot of worrying over nothing.

$5 to get in, there was a dj and all the lousy keg beer you could drink. and i drank too much of it. taking drags off cigarettes and all around acting strange, only a dozen or so people i knew, but i had a good time.

felt lousy when we got back to stef's though. they watched about five minutes of dude, where's my car? before deciding it was too bad to watch and then about half an hour of party girl but i was really too out of it to care. but not drunk enough to just pass out, just swimming and feeling icky.