3:12 p.m. - 2004-04-24
furthering my adventures
Today is quintessentially hangoverish. A brief summary of events in descending order, this morning to last night: Lots of struggling, loss of socks (?), drinking loads of whiskey, being wildly inappropriate all night and then crashing at my mates' house downtown. Last night I rocked the fauxhawk as almost never before. I wore my hipster boots, ridiculously tight black pants, weirdly tux-ruffled black shirt, black tie and blazing white vintage '70s sportcoat. Today, I'm losing the tie and my socks and rocking the hungover-homo-with-a-headband steeze. Next day hair, of course, being nothing short of accidental artistry.
Ohhhhh, I'm sorry! Were you planning on coherent thought up in this piece? Nononononono. I did however, find solace in a fellow drunken Kaiminist who was feeling my pain. It's hard to have a crush at work. It's hard to have had this crush for a really long time. It's hard to realize you don't have a chance in hell. So we commiserated and smoked while I slammed more whiskey down the gullet and hoped I didn't bear suspicious resemblance to the frontman for a Johnny Cash punk tribute band.
Last night was the scholarship dinner for the journalism (see, I'm getting around to it) and these are the sorts of affairs where it becomes very fun to see all your contemporaries decked out, often seriously, often ironically. It was a good night, but I may have over-imbibed. A little. I got $100, which is a little laughable, but sort of sweet as a gesture.
What I will kind in mind is this. If I'm dancing salaciously with the sports editor and telling people off in really hilariously perfect ways and missing ten dollars...
Then we can just go ahead and call it a success. This afternoon is my film debut. Tonight, it's leftover keg beer up in my house.
