A few ChiDope related things.

L.A. was fine, and New York was big, but there ain't no party like a Chi-Town gig.

1. First and foremost, I had a great time. My mood was above average all weekend, with quite a few plateaus into incredible happiness along with one or two dips to the downside.
   
2. I feel like holy hell. Worse today then yesterday, when I only felt like ass.
   
3. The Brumsky™ is officially retired.
   
4. The next big dopefest, I will not be drinking. At the very least, I will not be drinking enough to get even a little drunk.
   
5. Along the same lines, I propose a SoberDope.
   
6. I have $16 in my checking accound, and I haven't paid rent yet for this month.
   
7. I didn't get to say goodbye to Tonya. I'm very sad about that. I hope she feels better than she looked last time I saw her.
   
8. I'll have recaps for you tonight.
   
9. Jarbaby has a nice place in Ravenswood (is that right?), and only $1000 a month! I'm already paying $850 for my place in the burbs, so maybe this moving-to-the-city thing can actually work.

"There's a fine line between seductive and ridiculous."

I think the heavy drinking I do at these dopefests is my way of making up for lost time or something, doing things that I didn't get to do college much. I think I'm done with it. i think i need to be done with it. I do a lot of stupid things when I'm drunk. I feel like the life of the party and such, but afterwards I fell like hell for things that I've done, once I've remembered all those things. So the next time we have a dopefest, I am not going to be inebriated beyond control. Maybe a drink or two, maybe not even that much. I'm done with the Brumskys, I'm done with the gratuatous groping, I'm done with the biting (sorry to those I bit), I'm done with all the fucked up stuff. I'm sure I can be plenty entertaining with just the sumo-ponytail, the fucked up way of talking, and my natural wit. Current odds of me actually following through on this: 5:1 against.

( Super-quick recap )