watch out for the furry man (mad links)

interesting night. started with 2 pint cans of oe at my friend's place. then headed over with his roomie (who is driving me to mfdoom monday) and her friends to this toy store opening which will have free booze. when i first heard that i was like 'what? they gonna get all these little kids drunk?' and then was explained that it was a 'designer' toy store/gallery. basically art disguised as toys for adults. yeah, there were lots of art fags there, but generally a good vibe. free beer helps. there, they were promoting this series of gorilla toys called furilla. seeing that, i had to pick it up (fu + gorilla = furilla!). also, i was a bit drunk. apparently this was a big event as it was sponsored by the onion, and i met a u of c chick who came all the way from hp to check it out and buy toys. she wasn't that hot, like most u of c chicks, but she looked like she was twelve and made me feel like an (dirty) old man. they also had no bafroom there so i had to goto the mcdonald's across the street. after a few beers, we went back to the apartment to meet up with leopard and more people, and i had another oe. after everyone was there we headed out to sonotheque to see a dj set by el-p and peanut butter wolf. place was all super styled minimalistic; crowd was 99.9% hipster and a complete sausage fest. i was told that el-p was already spinning at 10. didn't know that he was white. i really didn't listen to the music that much as i was trying to deal with my drunk self. had two more vodka tonics, which were surprisingly strong and cheap. at some point, i managed to call kartika twice for some reason (looking at my phone record this morning). i also apparently called f, who told me this morning that he talked to leopard (f says that leopard said that he was babysitting me again). don't remember any that though. my memory blacks out for a bit, and next thing i know, i'm sitting at huck finn's, which is the golden nuggaz of the south side, on damen and 100th or something. i was sitting across from leopard in a booth, with a plate of cold scrambled eggs sitting in front of me. i look at it and run for the bathroom to yak a bit, completely missing the toilet. i yak some more, this time in the toilet. then i black out again, but somehow i get home. didn't really feel the hangover this morning until i was at the post office, waiting in a long ass line and watching the mail lady take ten minutes per person to fill out a form for picking up packages. felt like puking again at that point.