Good Conversation.

I’m the happiest drunk in the world, I tell you. Is it bad that I like drinking? I try to be responsible about it, don’t drink before dinner and don’t get drunk more than once a week. After yesterday’s surprise work shift, I decided I was in the mood to imbibe with Erik and Liz. The last time we got drunk together was fantastic. And with my schedule this week, I knew yesterday would be my only chance to relax.

To mark the occasion, I bought some 100 proof vodka. It didn’t burn much more than regular vodka, though Liz was quickly reaching for a chaser. My previous mark was five shots, and I wanted to go for six. Six shots later, I was unable to stand. And needed to pee. I swear, I couldn’t get that drunk with anybody else.

It was almost scary. I was losing basic coherency. See, for about an hour straight, the three of us were speaking in a Scottish accent. It was hilarious. I was reminded of the time I got drunk with Paige and could NOT stop speaking in a southern accent. And then Erik pointed out that I wasn’t even speaking full sentences. I realized, “Oh. Oh shit, I’m drunk.” I didn’t want to just GOTO sleep. I wanted to stay awake until I started to come down from it. I wanted to experience it.

Erik had ten shots of his Sambuka, and still wasn’t as drunk as I was. I love being so economical.

Erik and Liz were playing Magic. When they started, I realized fast that I could NOT read the cards.

At some point, I wanted to figure out my blood alcohol content. I was far too drunk to do basic math, at that point.

While my buzz peaked, I went into MUSTAVOIDHANGOVER mode. I had four bottles of water on the floor where I was. (I put them there on purpose.) I downed two. I was curled up on one end of the couch, mildly watching their game of Magic. (They were on the floor.) I was sitting up, trying to focus my senses as much as possible. Much like walking, if I went slow enough, I could control myself. I still need to learn to sit down slowly.

I’ve only discovered one bruise, so far. ..And a mysterious lump on the one side of my hand. Wonder when I did that.

Eventually, Liz curled into the other side of the couch and Erik got comfy on the floor. By this point, I was starting to come down from the drunkenness. Truth serum it is, we started confessing our love for each other. Liz is so happy and appreciative to have found us, in part because we accept her so. I told Erik I love him, and he said he loves me, too. I remember we all said some embarassing things we could easily regret.

But, no regrets. Liz was happy that there was no weirdness in the morning after confessing our love for each other. *laughs* Come now. Weirdness? That’s not us. Erik and I hugged, and Liz shook our respective hands. Erik put on a pot of coffee. It was my absolute first cup of coffee. I’ve tasted coffee before, yes. This morning, I just decided to down the liquid and be done with it. It.. wasn’t that bad. But I sure as hell won’t make a habit out of drinking coffee. Well, unless it’s the morning after. *nodnod* I could get into that.

They told me that I kept asking Liz if I could spoon with her. And they would together say “No.” While I do remember asking if I could spoon with her, I didn’t realize it was that much. Oops. Good thing they know I don’t mean any harm. Erik pointed out how much Liz trusts us, to get drunk with us.

After Liz left to GOTO work (late), I took a shower. First shower I’ve taken at Erik’s house. A new level of intimacy! Now all I have to do is find an excuse to shower at Dan’s house. Erik and I watched The Next Generation, cracking jokes along the way. Then we picked up Ashley from school. We hung out at the Rockaway Mall and um. Yeah, killed time that way.

Some time later, Liz showed up at Erik’s house. Erik had two free rental thingies, so we went to Blockbuster. Picked stuff out. Went to Dan’s. He was in the middle of an essay. Went back to Erik’s and ate fantastic food his parents made. I sat down at their dinner table – and they followed me. Erik got out six books he wants Liz to read. Took Ashley home prior to ten, as we value Erik’s testicles greatly.

Erik was going to give Liz more books, but Liz drove off (with me in the car) before he could get the chance. We only drove to the end of his street and parked. We ended up talking for nearly an hour. I just love talking to her. She dared bring up the concept of originality. I pulled a fantastic example out of my ass.

The standing concept is that nothing is original because it’s based off of something else. Right? I used the invention of the light bulb as example. What if somebody on another planet creates a lightbulb. Is it original, even though Edison invented the light bulb prior? YES! Of course it’s original! Smack your forehead. So, what’s the difference if somebody on our own planet creates a light bulb? (Without knowledge of our civilization, of course.)

I then pointed out the linchpin of the nothing-is-original argument. That we were, at some point, one society. And nothing is original because it’s all been done before and you can trace it back to that. Something like that, no?

So, it’s all a matter of whether all ideas can indeed be traced back to that singular society, or whether different societies have independently come up with ideas on their own. Kind of like how there are similar literary themes across different societies. Did these societies come up with it all on their own, or can it truely be traced to that singular society?

But, whatever. I thought the lightbulb example was fantastic.

She started talking about my positive qualities. I laugh a lot. I do. I do laugh a lot. If it weren’t for my sense of humor I would have gone insane a while ago. I’m romantic, it’s got me into trouble, yet my spirit remains. I endure.

She told me that I’ll someday realize how much better I am than everybody else. She said more, but that’s what’s stuck in my head. I can’t help but think.. I’ve already made that kind of progress. My whole life, I’ve been smarter than everybody else. *giggles* I’m better than you. Ego. Let the ego out to play. Liz pointed out how I understand concepts easily that a lot of people can’t.

I guess I sometimes need people to point these things out about myself. I just need to hear it. Don’t we all?

She’s an aspiring editor. I told her she can improve the same way I have: Practice. I told her if she told me what I write, I’d write it and she could edit it. My first assignment is to write Dante’s Inferno as a children’s story. Give me the cliffnotes and one week. *giggles* That’s going to be fun.

Originality. Everything is related to everything else, so to claim that just because something has SOME aspect of something else in it makes it not original is crazy – it completely negates the concept. Writing Dante’s Inferno as a children’s story? Original. Even if it’s been done before. Why? Because nobody will do it the way I have. Nobody will make you feel the way I can. And even if it feels like somebody else’s, well, I don’t know that person nor was I trying to be like that person.

Regardless, as I told Liz, as a writer I have to break rules. And I’ve pretty much flippedoff the don’t do what’s been done before rule. Any idiot can figure out that BIGGAYDAN is based off of BIGGAYAL.

I’m openning in the morning. Good night.