Pleonastic Ephemera

1.02.2004 posted by William 17:32 link

Q. Woah, you're back already. Am I going to have to start checking this thing daily? A. Unlikely. Though it sure is healthy for my ego to see steady, sustained (albeit single-digit) daily traffic on my NedStats page. So, yeah, go ahead. Q. Before you wind up your travelogue, got any good links for the people? A. Of course. Here's The WaPo's annual "The List" of what's in/out for 2004. Out: Letting Your Boyfriend Videotape It In: Letting A Major Network Videotape It Q. Heh. A. Right, so where was I? Q. At a wedding in some madhouse mansion. A. And quite drunk, too. Drunk enough to shake it like a polaroid picture, even. Q. Hey, what year do you think this is, 2003? A. My bad. So what with this wedding starting at 4, and my body being on East Coast time, by about midnight PST I felt like I had been partying for about 12 hours! The wedding party returned to the hotel around then, and there was some hanging out which soon faded into passing out. But I got up with a little enthusiasm the next morning, my foggy head dimly trying to form a plan to dash across town and see Fisherman's Wharf or Lombard Street or something. Q. Oh, good. Do something interesting, for fuck's sake. A. Never. We missed the continental breakfast in the lobby, so we wanted to grab something to eat before we headed out to sight-see, but the service was painfully slow, I guess in the manner of those strange West Coasters? Dunno. But we ended up having to book it from the hotel because it turned out that the BART stations nearest us were without power and we had to taxi to one so we could get to the Oakland airport. Q. Curses! Foiled again. A. So the San Francisco trip ended with an un-patrioticly uneventful flight back to DC. Q. Christmas? A. With the family. Got some good CDs, books, some money, and the first season of The Larry Sanders Show on DVD. Q. Hey now! That show is hilarious. A. Possibly the funniest show ever on (it's not) TV. Q. New Year's? A. In a club in Korea Town. Q. What the fuck? A. Yeah, my friend Gilles' SO Theresa, who is Korean, made the arrangements. The deal was there was a group of eight people, and we were paying $500 for a table and a couple bottles of booze, standard club deal, I believe, or that's what they told me, anyway. But there were like twelve of us, half non-Korean, and the club management, rather than pollute the crowd, stuck us in the private room at no extra charge! Somehow even racism works out for us white people. Q. How about those Korean chicks, eh? A. There were some hotties there, no doubt. Most of them wouldn't even make eye contact with me. In our group, this one girl was cute and I, encouraged by her lack of overt hostility, was trying to chat her up. Eventually she went out on the dance floor and got trashed and helpfully ordered for our room another two bottles of Johnny Walker Blue at $250/bottle for our room. Q. How thoughtful. A. Yeah, and when you bring two bottles of good Scotch into a room of merry New Year's revelers, it's not like they're going to turn them down. But I think that Theresa ended up getting her to agree to pay for a little more than her share (apparently her family is wealthy) later in the evening when she was holding her hair back out on 33rd Street. Q. I'm hungry. Finish this up. A. Crashed for a long time after hitting the sack as the sun rose, spent New Year's day recuperating by wasting time watching TV and playing Halo. My former roommate Zach is in town for a couple of weeks, so the party continues. Q. Do you still take classes? Do you live in a dorm room? A. Sure sounds like I should be, right?