Time: 10:29pm
Date: 28 Feb 2010, Sunday night
Listening: Rufus Wainwright
Mood: expectant - think green light at Daisy's dock... Looking forward to NYC on Wed.
It feels like every other post I start with something terribly banal along the lines of 'it's been a while and I resolve to update this more frequently going forward, blah blah'. It's like the morning after when you resolve to 'never drink again'. Or at least for a month.
Baaaaanal.
I hate banality.
So I shall recap... Top 3 and bottom 3 that reside in my memory at this moment. No time period specified
1) Tattoo party on campus last night: Amongst things that happened, our club (Nazar) winning the fashion show. Yulia sent him on stage after he's been hiding from her for most of the night (and consuming copious amount of alcohol). He proceeded to do the typical Russian man's drunk dance on the stage (I had fears of him falling off. It was close.) and LBS crowdloved it. Heeelarious!
I still had no voice and was sick - so the only thing that got me through the night was the constant stream of vodka shots which had no intoxicating effect whatsoever. I came home, skipping the after-party, and getting into bed after 6 hours on my feet was THE best thing that happened to me that day.
2) The Brazilian Carnival Party was pretty good also. I can't remember the last time I got home at 6am. Of course, it then took me 4 days to recover. Too old for this shit, clearly.
Now to the bottom...
1) Why doesn't someone I actually LIKE hit on me? 2 hits of zero interest and the guy I actually have a mild crush on turned up with a new girlfriend. Hrumph. Farken.
2) Relating to the Brazilian Carnival afterparty - I have never been begged buy a guy to go to have a drink with him. Unable to be brutal and get rid off him, I proceeded to have some of the more miserable hours of my life. I want those back. It was disturbing and unpleasant. I walked away thinking 'what the f was that...?!?' (he was alright looking, a trader from DC, staying at a swish hotel in Mayfair). I still don't know... *shudder*
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