The Last Petal

Yesterday was Saturday. I woke myself up beatboxing. It appeared I had been beatboxing in my sleep! I leapt out of bed like I was Tom Cruise who'd just taken off his pants on a talkshow and ran to the coffee shop in barefeet. I felt AWESOME. awfully awesomely awesome, and I had no idea why!? Something cosmic restored, I thought. Or maybe I had rendered myself retarded the night before (as my apples and sunshine'd once sloganed to me: 'I'd rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy'). Afterall, Greg and Brian had thrown a massive open-bar bender the night before, complete with a 24 of an energy drink known as RED RAVE (that's EVADER spelt backwards, minus an R and a murderous Milhouse). Oh right, that must've been it.. that crazy Russian engineered testicle-shrinker of a mixer. I must've had about 6 of that strange stuff (there is a disclaimer on the side of each. no more than 2 suggested). Then I invited the police into the party (they thankfully refused, but I just wanted their presence 'felt' by the noisemakers, so they'd comply that much quicker to the cops' pleasant requests), tried to get Val to punch me by punching her first, then had VERY earnest discussions with Carolyn and Charles, fought through the bouncers at Korova, went back to Brians for a bit more WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! and then carried on over to Chris and Jo's place with Laura S. (the perfect 3 with whom to end an evening, I do love that trio) and then had to leave as I was making too much noise trying to train cats to bark and shake paws (cats are idiots). And yesterday morning, it didn't want to quit. Steve was in the exact same WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! zone as me still, so we ate breakfast at Laika (named after the name of the Russian dog that was shot into space), kindly bought by Alicia and Eric as a thank-you to Steve and I. Laughed our asses right off and immediately went for a beer that turned into about a dozen. But when will it end? Those are far more than energy drinks, they are a freaking lifestyle and likely a burden on our judiciary system ('would the defendant kindly put his shirt back on?')WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Though, I did find out that something cosmic was also afoot...