A good day. No work. I slept in, then woke up and (with the rest of my roommates) purged all of Loralee's (read: crazy ex-roommate's) shit that she left in our house. And we're talking a lot of shit. Furniture, skanky clothes, nasty shoes, food that she removed from the fridge and then left to mold in plastic bags, papers, photos... it was something else. We had a grand time, though - between running commentary on the clothes and some juicy finds (there's nothing more insightful into her crazy head that her "life goals" list and a notebook in which she wrote letters to her ex-boyfriend that sounded, hilariously, like some of the things that she wrote to us - what, does this girl have one form letter for all of the people that piss her off in life?) we were laughing our asses off. And now? The basement has been cleaned, and she has been purged. (We did make a small pile of things to burn/destroy - a few photographs, and this ugly Tinker Bell clock - but most of it we threw away or donated to Goodwill.)

After that, I showered, cleaned, did some job applications, and watched movies. I got From Dusk Till Dawn on Netflix, so I watched that with Amanda (it was AWESOME) and then I watched Knocked Up, which I mostly enjoyed (I certainly laughed enough) even though there was a slight... well, there were parts that definitely smacked of sexism, and I found that irritating (I think that Juno, for example, developed its female characters much, much better). But overall, not bad.

After that, I went to Cleveland Park and met up with Sarah Brown, Anne, Lauren (who is back in town and living with Sarah), and Carmen Cain (or "Carmen the Elder," as we call her. I am "Carmen the Younger.") at the 4Ps. We had drinks (hard cider, yum!) and talked about life, and it was delightful. And now I am home, and about to go to bed. I do have that interview tomorrow, at Pleasure Place, at noon. Wish me luck!

*goes to bed*

Tonight I had three free martinis and nothing to eat.

... I'm going to be up until four AM doing a presentation and studying for my midterm.


Sin Zen martini = awesome.

Drinking with no food in stomach = bad. Also, dumb.

Homework = meh.

So, the week has been going generally well. Today I went to the Georgetown branch of the DC Public Library, only to discover that it sucked balls.

There's really no other way to put it. While rather impressive looking from the outside, the library was small, cramped, and smelled like it hadn't been cleaned since 1974. The computers were virtually obsolete, the electronic catalogue almost useless. They had one - one - of the twelve books I was looking for. I didn't even bother checking it out. It was too depressing.

Something needs to be done about the library system in DC. I feel a letter-writing coming on.

Anyway, after the library, I took the bus into Friendship Heights and met Neal at work, harassing him for the last 45 minutes of his shift, which was entertaining. I also picked up four books: The Satanic Verses (Salman Rushdie), Wonder Boys (Michael Chabon), I Am the Messenger (Markus Zusak), and The Mammoth Book of Illustrated Erotica (which I will explain tomorrow; it's getting far too late to explain tonight). We then headed back to his apartment, chatted and ordered dinner, and made margaritas.

Now, I've had maybe one or two margaritas in my life before this. In my head, I imagine the huge, frosty glasses with salt crystallized around the rim. In reality, the ones that I've had I have no real memory of, meaning that I was likely already slightly tipsy before I had the margarita and thus probably didn't taste it very much.

But I digress.

Neal made margaritas, and I had one. It was all right, but I suspect I'm just not a big fan of tequila in general. I finished it and we (Neal, his roommate Jeff, and I) hung and talked around the table. After a bit, Jeff picked up this little cardboard booklet that was on the table and began to casually flip through it, making little "hmmm" noises as he did so. "What is that?" I asked.
"Oh, just the little booklet from the tequila bottle."
"Oh."
"Say, Neal, did you know we're supposed to eat the worm when we're done?"
My brain screeched to a halt.
"What was that?"
"The worm. You're supposed to eat it when you're done."
I blinked and shook my head. "What am I missing? What worm?"
"The worm in the tequila bottle."
I looked from Jeff to Neal and then at my empty glass.
"I'm sorry. You're going to have to repeat that. It sounded like you said 'the worm in the tequila bottle.'"
Jeff laughed slightly. "Yeah."
I looked at Neal. He stood up and went into the kitchen, and then brought back the bottle of tequila. He tipped the bottom toward me. And through the patterned glass, I saw the unmistakable image of a
little
white
worm.

!!!

"BLEAGH!" I stood up and backed against the wall. Neal and Jeff laughed.
"What's wrong?"
"WHAT'S WRONG? THERE'S A WORM IN THAT BOTTLE!"
"There's a worm in every bottle of good tequila."
"FOR THE LOVE OF CHRIST, WHY?"
"I dunno, there just is. When it's done, I guess we eat it. We'll have to draw straws or flip a coin to decide who'll do it."

I gagged slightly. Don't get me wrong, I have no problem with worms, but we are talking a thing that resembled a maggot except that it was larger. And in a bottle of tequila. That I had just drank.

"I AM NEVER DRINKING TEQUILA AGAIN."
"Okay."

I had no idea that there were worms in tequila. And even though I know that I'll be fine, I just keep imagining little parasitic worms floating around and doing flips and dives in that huge, frosty glass, and it makes my stomach turn. Ugh.

Anyway, the rest of the night, they would periodically bring the bottle out and hover it over me, talking in a high pitched "worm" voice while I covered my head with a pillow, until I threatened to break their heads. Which seemed to work.

So yeah. Tequila. Worms. *cough*

Goodnight.