my signature party trick is napping. yes, that's right, napping. i pick a chair or couch located near some interesting conversation, or if there is none, opt for the bedroom under a fort of coats. mostly i doze off and listen...and it's amazing what people will say in front of you when they think you're fast asleep. the best times are when i dream a little, which turns the world into a sort of interactive dream vision.
last night i went to a party (during which i stayed awake), but before that, i was in my library carrel reading plato's _symposium_, which essentially describes the kind of party i'd invent in my half dream state. because i'm a non-drinker, it appeals to me somewhat that socrates and friends begin the evening by disavowing drunkenness (mostly because they're still hung over from the night before) and sending away the "flute girl," thus dispensing with inebriation and sex for the purposes of meaningful conversation (mostly about sex and its inebriating qualities).
my favorite modern analog is the movie _melvin goes to dinner_.
i suppose i miss the imaginary friends that populated my childhood...maybe i'll google them all and invite them to a party.
last night i went to a party (during which i stayed awake), but before that, i was in my library carrel reading plato's _symposium_, which essentially describes the kind of party i'd invent in my half dream state. because i'm a non-drinker, it appeals to me somewhat that socrates and friends begin the evening by disavowing drunkenness (mostly because they're still hung over from the night before) and sending away the "flute girl," thus dispensing with inebriation and sex for the purposes of meaningful conversation (mostly about sex and its inebriating qualities).
my favorite modern analog is the movie _melvin goes to dinner_.
i suppose i miss the imaginary friends that populated my childhood...maybe i'll google them all and invite them to a party.
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at least, according to plato.
I don't know. It's possible to say that Socrates is just a lecher (not to be confused with Fletcher!) and a man who likes to pinch bottoms rather than get down and dirty. But I think that, of all the men at the party, Socrates was the only one that understood (before the party even commenced) that all the loves discussed therein were not, in fact, different at all but instead all partook of the one Love Itself that Socrates wanted to behold.
An argument could also be made, then, that Socrates has his sights set on Love (big "L"), and, while holding out for it, isn't going to mess around with just any love (small "l") to pass the time. He always seemed like the type to me, however, who would partake in as many loves as possible in the hopes that, by combining them together, he might catch a glimpse of Love Itself.
Though maybe that only makes sense to me because that's the way I go about it?