Sunday, January 06, 2002
|3:35 AM|
Vorpal invited me over to his new apartment where his brother was throwing an informal apartment warming. I stayed by the door and tried to look non threatening. I did my best to be friendly. At one point I assisted in the swapping of a drink. One of the people at the party had been drinking 2 shots of everclear and and some cranberry juice, and they were getting smashed. When they wandered off from the living room for a little while, Vorpal and I quickly grabbed the drink, dumped most of it out and replaced the missing volume with plain cranberry juice. I then made sure for the rest of the evening that this particular fellow still thought it was the same drink and that he didn't mix any new ones. His comment after the drink switch "Man! This tastes really good all of a sudden!". That was pretty much the highlight of the evening. My knowledge of literature came in handy when I was the only person in the room who could identify the book "The phantom toll booth" from the bit of information "The Dog...with the clock in his stomach..." given by a drunk person.
You should watch me BS my way through a philosophy discussion. "Artists are liars!"
It was a night away from my house. I did do a lot of standing and now I'm all hyped up from caffiene. These things happen. I think I'll go back to organizing cables.
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