Is it weird to say I miss having access to a plumbing snake?

So . . . last night . . . went to Angela's, where Angela and Jessica were playing Nintendo again, and Angela had been sitting in her room all day, so as soon as I said I was hungry, we went downtown. (I was gonna just order pizza, but Angela wanted out.) We walked around downtown for awhile, trying to decide what to eat. Angela just wanted some wine, Jessica tries to immerse herself in the Korean experience, and I didn't really care; I was just really hungry. Eventually, we decided to go to NaRa, the Korean restaurant (I hate spelling it in English, but I don't know if my post publishes Korean. Let's see: 나라 식당), where I ate way more than I should have and learned that Jessica doesn't like beef. Just fish and chicken. (Fish isn't meat, J; it's not even worth mentioning. That's why they eat it for Lent.)

After that, we went to Safeway, where Jessica and Angela bought some rum and pineapple juice. In quantity. (I'll try to get them to take it out of your car before you get back, Dane . . . ) I bought some water. Then we went to a liquor store, where they bought two sketchy-looking paper bags of liquor, and then we went to the beach. We weren't really prepared for the beach, except for having large quantities of liquor, but we went anyway. Jessica didn't want to sit in the sand at first, because she didn't want to get all sandy, but then the fights started and everyone got covered in sand and Jessica was the first one to be stretched out lounging in it. I have never been so sandy in my life. (And I definitely won the fights, Jessica. You so lose.)

They consumed alcohol in various forms of mixers, and I drank water and tried to brush sand off of myself. Actually, the race came first, and then the fights, and the race started with Angela saying, "Hey! Let's run to the water and back!" and Jessica and I starting to roll up our pant legs. And then Angela said, "Everyone has to take off their top layer!" and I only had one shirt on. So I got pretty damn sandy, because I fought in a sports bra. (It was dark at the beach, and cold.)

Eventually the people with the fire, a little further down, looked like they were getting up to leave. So Angela went over and asked if we could have their fire. And then we took it. Angela's still been smoking; she keeps saying this is the week she's quitting, and then she smokes the next week, too. Jessica and I seemed to take turns caring about whether or not she quits. Being sober with two people as drunk as they were can be very interesting, and I've always said I wouldn't drink if I could, but if I hadn't been driving last night, I probably would've been as tight as they were.

Then some friends of Jessica's showed up at their own fire further down the beach, and she ran off to visit them. They "beat the shit out of her," which consisted of picking her up and trying to throw her in the ocean, and if Angela and I had realized she was yelling for her friends to come help, I would've come (Angela couldn't stand up; she was wasted), but I didn't realize so I didn't move. Our fire started to burn down, and then Jessica came back, and yelled at us for not helping her. Whoops.

I learned last night that both of them had really shitty home lives, whether they even know it or not. (Jessica knows it. I think. Angela I'm not sure about.) I actually learned a lot of things last night, sitting across a fire from the two of them. Jessica's about 3 years older than me, and Angela's about 4, and I don't think I'll ever have very much in common with them, but this has been an extraordinarily fun weekend regardless. And very enlightening.

We finally came back to the dorms around 0245, and Angela didn't want to go to bed so we went to the dayroom and watched TV, and I don't know if anyone else fell asleep but I sure did. Jessica woke me up to go back over to our building around 0400. I know I was awake for Dexter's Laboratory, and something else before it, I think, but I definitely fell asleep during Tiny Toons. I have sort of drugged-like memories of it. Kind of scary.

I went back to my room to take a shower, and was surprised to find the lights on. My roommate actually got up and started wandering around when I came in, but by the time I got done with my shower, she was sleeping again. Good---I like my roommate fine, but I don't like talking to roommates. (Except Ashley, who was the greatest roommate I could've ever had, short of rooming with Tasia or Jessica, which would make my life so much more entertaining. My current roommate's name is Ashlee, I just remembered, but I'm talking about my third roommate here, and this is my . . . sixth?) Our shower drains very very slowly, to the point where it's always kind of nasty. Like slimy, non-draining nasty. And I was covered in sand. And now my shower is covered in sand. A whole beach washed out of my hair, and there's still another one in my buttcrack (TMI; please 'scuse), and I haven't been that sandy since . . . ever. I'd never had anyone rub handfuls of sand into my hair before (Thanks, Jessica, for that new experience . . . ), and since I'd been wrestling around in loose-ish jeans and a sports bra, I had a lot of sand pretty much everywhere. (I just received a text from Angela: "I have sand in every crack and orifice I possess." I guess she didn't shower last night.) I'm still not looking forward to tipping my jeans upside down and having two beaches spill out of the back pockets; I guess I should do laundry today, but I have a test tomorrow.

Also, I was supposed to finish a movie with Sarah today, but Sarah has lately cancelled or ignored every commitment she's made to everyone except Caleb, so I might as well give the DVD back to Isaac and take her number off of my phone. (Sigh. So much for best friends.) Anyhoooo. I'm hungry. Goin for food now . . . not counting on my hungover buddies to come with me. Angela said she wants to come but can't move. Great . . . to the rescue!