I think I may be too hungover to blog. Blogging's my favorite way to warm up before working on a paper. See see. Impt try best.

The night started with...church. After eating at a restaurant with my parents, cousin, aunt and uncle, we went to watch a play about Jesus. I went only because my mom begged me to. I had no heart to tell her that I'm not religious at all—it'd be the worst thing she could hear. She'd prefer to find out that I'm a murderer and a Christian than an upstanding agnostic citizen. I'll tell her someday anyway. The play wasn't bad after all—I didn't really pay attention to dialogue, but the production was beautiful.

I saw Jennifer, a blast from the past. Her sister Rachel was the first girl I've had a crush on. We were 13. She was a hearing daughter of the deaf preacher of my family's church. I didn't really notice her until one night my family were at her home and she handed me her cat with a shy smile. I noticed how pretty she was. I found out she thought I was "cute". My heart went a-fluttering.

The next time I saw her was at a new year eve party. I didn't know what to say to her. So I hit her with a pillow. Harder than I meant to. She cried. I apologized later. She glared at me. But when I saw her at church, her shy smile returned. She started coming to the deaf sunday school "class" instead of the hearing one. I still didn't know what to say to her. I'd ignore her and talk with my cousin, who turned out also had a crush on her. He didn't know what to say to her either. Oh the memories...

Usually I hated getting up early on Sunday and had to drag myself to church. All the sudden I was always bugging my parents to hurry or we'd be late. They must've thought I caught some serious Jesus fever.

Then the church kicked her preacher daddy out, because he jettisoned a popular deacon for telling a Gally student God would be down with him joining a frat. I saw her only once since. We were 19. We finally had a real conversation. She was still gorgeous. But I felt a bit sad for her—her life was so constricted and sheltered. She went to small Christian schools all her life. What did she know about real life?

Not too long after, I heard she married a Christian man. Gave birth to a boy. Divorced because the guy was a beater. Since they were forbidden to co-habit before marrying, she didn't know until it was too late. All of her sisters, 2 of them, married when they were very young too and all of them divorced with children. I felt bad for them—they're really good women who happened to be raised on dogma.

Then I heard that Rachel got married to a deaf man with one arm. My first reaction was to feel even sorrier for her—her stock had fallen so much, she was marrying a one-armed guy? Then it occured to me he could be a great guy who's just missing a limb. They now have 4 kids.

Jennifer asked me if I was married. I said no. She was like, "Oh you definitely should take your time! I think all men shouldn't be married until they're 35. They need to date around first." I could've sworn she meant "sow your wild oats first." Regardless, she's wise.

After the play, I went off to DC for a night of debauchery. Went to a small party then to a "science party". = 5th grade science experiments + beer. Hosted by a grad school student. Then some place called Hell & Heaven (the irony of it) @ Adams Morgan. Then a couple of post-parties. KO'd at 6 am. Thank, thank.