October 07, 2002 | 12:56 PM

OK so this weekend was like the most debaucherous weekend ever.

I already told you about the party Friday. Then there was karaoke Saturday. Which was the best. Stayed over at Kelly and Tara�s house and wound up talking to Ross until dawn.

And then there was yesterday.

Started drinking at 3. My pal the rock critic was having his big reception at The Middle East. Got to see Buddy L. Savage who is as we speak on a plane to Thailand. Got to hang out with Debbie and Josh and Laura and Brian and Steve and Sue from My Own Worst Enemy (John and I used to do shows with them back in the day.) Drank a whole lotta sidecars and this magical shot that came to Josh in a dream. He calls it a Pecos Bill. It was pretty damned good.

After the reception John and I walked back with Joe to his hotel room and we all got fucking stoned on the balcony. God seeing Joe was the greatest. I fucking love that guy. He�s such a god damned genius. You all really need to buy his book.

Joe left to go back to Portland and John and I walked to Central Square and drank at the Good Life. Man, I got so fucking drunk. Then we walked back to my house and watched Ghost World and drank more. I am so fucking hungover right now. I called in sick. I know, bad move. But I have tons of sick days stored up so I figured no big deal. John stayed over � on the couch you sick bastards�and he just left to go to work.

This was definitely the best weekend I�ve had in a long long time. It was so awesome that my mind is blown and I can�t even form cohesive sentences. Hence the overall suckiness of this entry.