So last night was FAXE hands.

It was strange as the cans were being saran wrapped onto my hands. Does it make me a stingy bastard that I want to go pick up what's let of my package of saran wrap? I had kept my cans in the fridge all day, and a few minutes into the game, I couldn't feel my fingertips. The game wasn't as interesting as I had hoped, or maybe I just drank quickly enough to save peeing for after Round 1. It was fun trying to smoke, though. Leaning the cig in the ashtray, wrapping my lips around it and hauling. The tricky part was making the cigarette land back in the ashtray at a good angle. Then Emily finished hers, so she helped me smoke until I was done. I finished before KC, so I had the pleasure of helping him pee. It was weird, and I didn't aim properly at first. It's not my fault the bathroom smells like pee. Well, it probably is, considering I made KC pee all over the back of the toilet. I quickly saw my error, and re-aimed. Imagine, he goes to the bathroom, and I have to wash MY hands afterwards.

I'm not in the mood to list any more details. It was fun, and you should have been there, instead of relying on me to recount the deets. Plus, I, have holes in my memory. I didn't get to see Slitch at the Attic. Apparently, I couldn't even stand up, and the bouncer wouldn't let me in. He said to come back in a half an hour, so we went to Maxwell's Plum for some food and coffee. They kicked us out of Maxwell's, too, so we just walked home.

I helped people with their second round, and ended up drinking 3 or more cans of FAXE.

Other people's accounts of the night:
ger
alfred
emily

If you're interested, put faxe hands into Google and see what happens.

I think I'm gonna go enjoy some of this beautiful day.