I’ve never taken first place at a national competition before. Local ones, sure, but not on a greater scale.
Until now. James and I drew each other at a small convention held in Seattle this weekend, and we walked away with first place… a unanimous vote from all the judges, nonetheless.
After Thursday night’s absolute stupidity and Friday’s mortification as a result of my actions, I stopped being a dipshit, woke up, and was able to get my head on straight and deal with my issues in a more positive manner. Something that I usually try to do. Except for Thursday night, since I obviously managed to fall off the wagon.
So this weekend I made a point to go to the convention and party the healthy way. Meaning, I danced until all hours of the night, enjoyed my friends, ate well, slept when I could, and didn’t drink a damn thing.
My feet hurt.
But you know, I would so much rather they be hurting than my mind and my post-alcohol-poisoned intestines.
Please take a moment to notice James’ facial hair. Isn’t he so cute with his gigantic smile? He’s very proud to have sprouted five hairs from his chin and upper lip recently. The lack of facial and chest hair appears to be a direct result of his Chinese blood, and considering I was taken advantage of by a hairy ass motherfucker, I am not attracted to guys with a lot of chest hair (and that’s putting it mildly). I imagine waxing one’s back and chest hurts like a bitch, so James is one hell of a lucky guy to be that way naturally.
Current Mood:
Cool
Angry