i swear i'm the king of bad ideas. last night was a bad idea on so many levels, it's ridiculous. my head is swimming just trying to find a good place to start.

okay…the one thing that wasn't a bad idea was seeing the casket lottery and small brown bike. that part of the evening rocked the house, and given some time, i might think it made the rest of the evening worth it.

so here goes…

bad idea: drive out of town, see a show, and drive home afterward, knowing you have to work in the morning. that's just a recipe for disaster, i tell ya. that's not the worse part. lets get further into this…

another bad idea: since it was looking like i might have to go it alone, i decided to ask this girl that i sorta know to tag along with me. she believes in the rock. it would be fun. background: this is the infamous "record store girl." this is a girl that i have been semi-crushing on for at least the greater portion of the year of our lord 2001. this was a blatant attempt by my subconscious to try to get over that other girl. you know…invite a cute girl on a roadtrip. that's moving on, right?

i don't know where i got that idea.

i spent the majority of the ride up to bloomington picking this girl apart in my head, constantly comparing her and realizing that she is nowhere as awesome as the girl who still, despite everything that has happened over the past few months, still occupies almost all of the available real estate of my heart. sounds lame, huh?

okay…so…bad idea: taking a girl you're crushing on out of town in a ill-advised attempt to prove to yourself that you're over the other girl. face facts…you're not.

okay…so we rock out to the show, it was nice seeing stacy, junior, and nate. there was some sort of after-fest dance party going on a block away, and we somehow got ourselves convinced into going. damn that stacy…

the rest played out like the bad plan to end all bad plans…

after a few (too many) beers, it became apparent that stacy and the girl i brought were really hitting it off. this, on one hand, kinda irked me because i was thinking i brought this girl up to try to take my mind off things. well…scratch that plan. on the other hand, i wasn't bothered in the slightest bit because (a) stacy is someone i consider a really close friend and (b) i guess i really don't give a shit about that girl because (c) i'm still completely in love with the girl who broke my heart. odd situation. try to wrap your head around it.

lots of beer. lots of dancing. the casket lottery crew had to represent and show those bloomington kids what the body rock is all about. there are pictures to prove this. i'll try to scan them in soon.

after a while, junior and i headed outside for some fresh air. when we finally wandered back in, both stacy and the girl i brought were missing in action and would continue to be for a good long while. we're talking an hour or so, which is a damn good long while when you're drunk, tired, and still have to drive an hour and a half before you get home to go to sleep to get up for work at 10am. we all started deciding that it was well past time for the train to pull out of dodge. i asked around to see if anyone had seen stacy and got the response (from a very disgruntled girl) "yeah…he's making out with some chick in the women's restroom."

bingo. we found the missing parties.

so we sit. and we wait. i'm feeling weird because my aborted attempt to get over someone ended up with the girl making out with one of my friends in a restroom. nate was ready to leave stacy, but realized that i couldn't just leave the girl because then the c.l. would have to drive her back to louisville. so we were stuck. sitting. waiting. we took turns yelling into the bathroom, trying to get the point across that we're wanting to leave. we finally get some girl to go into the restroom to tell them that we're leaving. she obliges. comes back and smiles at me and says "so what band are you in?"

:::sigh:::

eventually they emerge from their hidey-hole and we all file out of the bar in silence. it's now almost 5am and i still have to drive all the way home (dropping the girl off at her place) before i can crawl in bed for some sleep, sweet sleep. there's some confusion where i end up driving stacy back to the hotel room. after standing around, commenting on how the hotel room smells like piss, waiting on stacy to say his goodbye, i get a little fed up, climb in the car, and get it started. the hint got across.

bad idea: dance party until 5am with lots of alcohol, an hour an a half away from home.

she slept the whole way home and i drove the whole way listening to rocket from the crypt and neurosis. i somehow avoided falling asleep and killing us both.

i finally got home at around 7am, this morning. i walked into the house, called work (concocting some weird story that i don't even remember) and told them i'd be late, only working a half day. now i'm at work, having only slept about 2 full hours, i think.

yep…that was a disaster.