My tongue is blue

If I have a central belief, it is that every so often, you (I; personal belief vs. universal truth - your mileage will vary) you need your world turned upside-down, what you thought crucial to your self-identity completely negated, and all that you hold dear inverted upon itself. Tonight was that kind of night.

It was that kind of night. I don't know what I have to do to atone for what I have been a part of tonight, but I know that such relevations will come to me. Let's just say that I won't be attending any more parties at any "estranged friends'" houses. I'll stick with my non-estranged friends, thanks.

Quote of the evening: "Isn't it totally exciting that I'm dating a girl who wears tube tops?" Redeeming moment of the night: after making a completely drunk ass of myself climbing into his cab, and giving every opportunity to exemplify everything he must hate about driving drunk ass kids home: "Hey, dude... you want a jawbreaker?"