Much like how you shouldn't feed a mogwai after midnight, I should not be allowed to make decisions after midnight, especially when I've been drinking. Last night, Steve, Heidi, and I were playing Wii and I was coming down from a half-day wine binge, meaning I replaced wine with beer. After a bit of playing (and cursing . . . loudly), someone knocked on the door. Thinking it was someone knocking on the wrong door, we ignored it, but then they knocked again. I went downstairs, peeked out the peephole, and saw a harmless looking (read: drunk) girl standing on our porch. I opened the door a crack and was all, "yes?" and then, you guys . . . WOW.
Girl: Hi! Oh my god, are you guys having a party?
Me: No . . . we're playing Wii.
Girl: Oh my god, THEY'RE PLAYING Wii!
Me: Um . . .
Girl: I'm Nicole.
Me: Hi, Nicole, I'm Jennie.
Nicole: Oh my god, you seem so awesome . . . can we be friends?
Nicole: Oh my god, awesome. I live downtown but I'm visiting some friends next door to you.
Me: Oh, are you having fun?
Nicole: Not really. But you seem really awesome.
Me: Well, I'm not gonna lie to you. I AM really awesome.
Nicole: Hahaha, oh my god. I'm Nicole, by the way.
Me: I know, I remember from the first time.
Nicole: Oh my god, you seem so awesome. Like . . . you just seem awesome.
Me: OK . . .
Then she introduced me to three of her friends who were also wandering around outside. I don't remember any of their names, but the guy with the Bullwinkle shirt was carrying around a case of beer. And I didn't want to seem like a bad host (?), so I invited them all up to play Wii with us. I know it sounds ridiculous that I invited a bunch of random strangers into our apartment, but they looked harmless and I can never resist making drunk-one-time-friends with people. Actually, I just wanted them to help us beat the harder levels of Rayman AND THEY TOTALLY DID. It was great, they did all the work and I just sat there drinking beer. If you ask me, that's the only way to play Wii.