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The title says it all; except unlike the big pun mid-school reprise, I most certainly do not fuck a lot. Certainly, there's always room for improvements.

The last thing I said to Robb at work was that I would see him on Friday at the TX Beach party. I would probably have dissapointed him, or left rather quickly were it not for the fact that last week I wanted to consume large ammounts of alcahol. With this a convenient excuse, and the added attendance of Krupnick and Jerumu, I decided a few hours before I left that I actually would take him up on that offer.

We got to the party, where jerumu told me he was just going to follow me around. I got in, said hi to some TX people I know, asked a bunch of TX brothers "Have you seen Robb Guy?", and such. No such luck: he was apparently "downstairs". Before we left, half an hour before Krupnick's girlfriend needed him to find parking, a few days before their relationship was ratified by Orkut, which apparently has replaced the Torah as the holy book of Jewish culture, Krupnick's friend Bacos called him on his cell phone, and I decided to answer. I hardly ever answer other people's phones.

Downstairs, I talk to some Piskies who (will of course remain nameless and who ..) were looking for some of their houses paraphanelia after they received a tip that some of it might be stored there. Needless to say, I didn't get the followup; only that they didn't like the beer. I saw some Chi Phi brothers who I knew from freshman year, and spoke to them for a bit about how hot it was in the basement (which made me quite glad I was wearing shorts, a tee-shirt, and some sandals) and about how old we felt. They (Brett and Gary, since nothing is in any way incriminating) expressed the irony that as we got older we knew less people.

Back upstairs. Bacos shows up with his brother, I am reintroduced, I meet in some cursory way Carolyn [spelling in context of my ignorance] who suggested we go upstairs in the first place and who is later hit with matchmaking splash damage, and Robb comes down the stairs and starts to strangle me. We all simultaneously decide to head downstairs and tell Jerumu that he has to stay with Carolyn. For some reason, he believes us; I thought at first because we were right, but now; lets just say I have my doubts this reason was the case.

Back downstairs. Bacos gets beer and punch for all, and we all bullshit about how things are and about how Krupnick and Heather should be dancing. That doesn't seem to work though. Over the course of the night, Bacos brings progressively more and more drinks, and I progressively drink more and more of them. I'm not exactly sure, not because of the volume of alcahol consumed but because of the inexactness of events and the repetitions that the night held, but at some point Jerumu and his newfound Chickie Carolyn come downstairs. The union interests me, and I egg them on to dance, at some point offering and then (rather drunkenly) stuffing them with alcahol filled pinneapples, at others actually physically bringing them together and placing limbs accordingly.

We're still downstairs. Hieu is mac'ing it with a short chick who I find out at some point is named "Shivan", like the dragon, except probably spelled completely differently. In any case, she did not look Irish. George is drinking and smiling, quietly rapping along to the music, looking satisfied that the hours he's suffered through actually listening to this stuff is making him look hip and with it in a social setting. Gene shows up with Sheila, or at least reasonably close to her arrival where I just assumed that they came together. She's picked up by some huge guy, Bacos spins sticks around her, then tries to teach her how; There's failure, there's dancing (which I don't quite remember fully), and then...

There's Gio's. Nothing better after 7 glasses of punch and 4 of beer to go to Gios and get a beef patty; all expenses paid by Krupnick of course, whom I offered more than $1.75 worth of entertainment anyway. We talk to some random guy outside Gio's and then head back.

I can't say that I learned anything; its more of the same, just 3 and a half years seperated from the last episode. The only thing that was confirmed is that I'm still not a player. Jerumu seems to be swept off his feet by Carolyn, who he prefers to Opium, at any rate. After an utterly eventless weekend [which unfortunately gave me more time to brood over the party's events], I decided to watch a few movies. I should start doing work again, for school, so that I graduate... but at this point I'm pretty apathetic towards the whole situation. Shoulda asked that girl that probably liked me out, but once again I fail big time at realizing these things before the statute of limitations ends on action. 106? 126? Fuck.