For lack of a better idea, I shall now describe for you, my viewing audience, my walk home.
I left a random half-kegger and began my descent of Capital Hill in a rather drunken yet fully relieved state; you see, I was careful to go before I left because I didn't want to have to go along the way. Speaking of along the way; there were scads of flashing lights, does piggy not help a brotha out anymore? I mean gees, I saw so many people pulled over for probably nothing that I was like 'Damn, I glad I'm walking.'
Then along the way I saw what I took to be a wierd sort of will-o-wisp, dance-fever relfection of lights playing off a random building. As I got a block closer, I realised that the lights weren't on the side of a building, but playing across a tree now. So, of course, I had to go and check it out. Turns out it was bugs flying around under a street-light and my bad vision projected it onto whatever handy surface was visually behind them. BTW, I think I'm developing a cataract.
Then there was an interesting social exchange by the 7-11 by Zeeks. Wierd how people have to play shit up and play it off, but I suppose every social situation is the same but different.
Then I pretty much pissed myself trying to get to the bathroom. That was fun. But I made it home, safe and sound, (presumably) because I'm writing this and therefore I must be safe at home.
Other than that, life is good; so much going on this weekend. If you need me to join you call me, otherwise email me. Otherwise have fun yer damned self, 'cause it's the weekend, and I'm tired of the dreariness which is everyday life so I'm going to live it up just a little.
I left a random half-kegger and began my descent of Capital Hill in a rather drunken yet fully relieved state; you see, I was careful to go before I left because I didn't want to have to go along the way. Speaking of along the way; there were scads of flashing lights, does piggy not help a brotha out anymore? I mean gees, I saw so many people pulled over for probably nothing that I was like 'Damn, I glad I'm walking.'
Then along the way I saw what I took to be a wierd sort of will-o-wisp, dance-fever relfection of lights playing off a random building. As I got a block closer, I realised that the lights weren't on the side of a building, but playing across a tree now. So, of course, I had to go and check it out. Turns out it was bugs flying around under a street-light and my bad vision projected it onto whatever handy surface was visually behind them. BTW, I think I'm developing a cataract.
Then there was an interesting social exchange by the 7-11 by Zeeks. Wierd how people have to play shit up and play it off, but I suppose every social situation is the same but different.
Then I pretty much pissed myself trying to get to the bathroom. That was fun. But I made it home, safe and sound, (presumably) because I'm writing this and therefore I must be safe at home.
Other than that, life is good; so much going on this weekend. If you need me to join you call me, otherwise email me. Otherwise have fun yer damned self, 'cause it's the weekend, and I'm tired of the dreariness which is everyday life so I'm going to live it up just a little.