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Apr. 29th, 2002 10:31 amIt seems interesting that weekends seem more relaxing and special when work is a standard 9-5 job.
Friday: Finished the 3rd round of cleaning from Lasagnageddon. Wandered to the 118 party where I saw a collection of old faces.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ewin, who I hadn't seen in person for at least 5 years. I had her filed away under "whatever happened to..." until she appeared on my friends list about 6 months ago. Saw a few others who I had met briefly in real life before, etc.
I discovered the focal point of geek info transfer for the new millenium:
In the 80's we exchanged phone numbers.
In the 90's we exchanged email addresses.
In the 00's we exchange LiveJournal usernames. I wonder what's next?
At most parties, at some point there will be a testosterone-fueled display of consumption. Usually shots of tequila, Jagermeister or other dangerous liquor. This time it was....
pork brains.
Yes, pork brains. Someone got a hold of a can of these nasty little buggers (over 1000% of your US RDA of cholesteril!) and soon drunken people started to pass the can for a pinkish spoonful. Yummmy.
Saturday: Bought the makings for chocolate martinis. Spent too much money at Target. Went out to Secret Room with Becky, Marshall, Carrie, Ed and Stacey. The original plan was for Becky to be the DD. As the night continued, everyone but me got drunk.
At some point in the evening, Marshall crossed the line from being a normal drunk to being the Tasmanian Devil. Before we would leave the Chamber he had groped, kissed, annoyed, fondled, rubbed up against, hit on or demanded a nipple massage from everyone in our group and several others.
I've seen a lot of crazed drunks in my days. Hell, as chief Bob preparer I've caused many of them. I find it interesting how some people will get tipsy, act loopy or just go to sleep, while others will blow a valve and have a full-fledged sanity meltdown. These are the people who walk into a bar or club willing to do anything to fight or fuck. They decide to commit suicide in interesting ways, rarely succeeding. They will piss off best friends, take a swing at cops and do one of a hundred other dumbass things.
I am very thankful I do not get like this. I also do not get hangovers. This is a good thing.
More and sunday later
Friday: Finished the 3rd round of cleaning from Lasagnageddon. Wandered to the 118 party where I saw a collection of old faces.
ewin, who I hadn't seen in person for at least 5 years. I had her filed away under "whatever happened to..." until she appeared on my friends list about 6 months ago. Saw a few others who I had met briefly in real life before, etc.I discovered the focal point of geek info transfer for the new millenium:
At most parties, at some point there will be a testosterone-fueled display of consumption. Usually shots of tequila, Jagermeister or other dangerous liquor. This time it was....
pork brains.
Yes, pork brains. Someone got a hold of a can of these nasty little buggers (over 1000% of your US RDA of cholesteril!) and soon drunken people started to pass the can for a pinkish spoonful. Yummmy.
Saturday: Bought the makings for chocolate martinis. Spent too much money at Target. Went out to Secret Room with Becky, Marshall, Carrie, Ed and Stacey. The original plan was for Becky to be the DD. As the night continued, everyone but me got drunk.
At some point in the evening, Marshall crossed the line from being a normal drunk to being the Tasmanian Devil. Before we would leave the Chamber he had groped, kissed, annoyed, fondled, rubbed up against, hit on or demanded a nipple massage from everyone in our group and several others.
I've seen a lot of crazed drunks in my days. Hell, as chief Bob preparer I've caused many of them. I find it interesting how some people will get tipsy, act loopy or just go to sleep, while others will blow a valve and have a full-fledged sanity meltdown. These are the people who walk into a bar or club willing to do anything to fight or fuck. They decide to commit suicide in interesting ways, rarely succeeding. They will piss off best friends, take a swing at cops and do one of a hundred other dumbass things.
I am very thankful I do not get like this. I also do not get hangovers. This is a good thing.
More and sunday later
