Blogs don’t get updated for the lack of “anything happening”. They’re not updated because there’s too much happening. Too much too soon. To the point where your brains are wracked from an overdose of “i gotta blog this” and all the information you’re trying to store at once. And all you end up doing is posting a shallow, pathetic, seemingly intellectual and apparently introspective scraps that you’d called words.
Nevertheless here at the Freestyle Dojo, we deal with the impossible. Or lack of it rather. Here’s the update proving my theory right, at least partly (if the first two dates are to be believed):
May 1 around 12 AM -
So our wannabe hero finds himself at a bar with a heady mix of friends. On his left ,two of them were throwing themselves at each other, as if they were the last two people on Earth. While on his right, the other two were trying to make polite, seemingly intellectual conversation (or at least as much as he could tell over the din of the speakers dishing out November Rain right behind him.
The crux of this segment however, was sitting next to him. And she was 2 Long Island Ice Teas down. Not exactly the most alcohol tolerant person around, she ordered her third, which was hidden by the female half of the desperate duo sitting to his right.
Being sozzled on two Long Island Ice Teas and desperately wanting a third, she assumed the male half of the touchy-feely couple had her drink. She snatched his cellphone and his mug of beer. After what seemed to be a one-sided exchange of words (read:the male desperado taunting her to baptize his phone in beer) she did what was totally expected. Leaving Mr. Man totally devastated and perhaps, sober.
However this was the only interesting bit of fun that night. Which was followed by our hero tortured by the usual bits of debauchery and later asked by the female desperado why he wasn’t being “lectury”.
The point is, he doesn’t care. But that’s a story for another time.
May 2, around 9 PM onwards-
See Mr. Photographer. See Mr. Photographer drunk. See Mr. Photographer drunk hitting on his women friends, making them uneasy. See Mr. Photographer trying to cover up for the fact that he asked your ex-girlfriend out(who you just broke up with one week ago).
Wish you actually kicked his balls when you had the chance. The problem with alcoholics is that they think they’re God and we’re atheists. You can never make sense to them. Even when they’re sober.
Now if this was one person alone having this notion, he’d be deemed sick and twisted. Luckily he’s joined by a bunch of other people who think the same. Whether we manage to knock sense into Mr. Photographer remains to be seen. Else i might just hire a bunch of eunuch to knock him up. In all senses of the word. Damn alcoholics.
Also, alcoholics don’t wash their hands when they’re done with the loo.
May 3 and 4-
Seinfeld- Team Fortress 2 -Seinfeld. Rinse wash and repeat when necessary. Yeah that more or less sums up the weekend. A welcome break from a week that was gay enough to make Elton John seem straight.
Now Listening To: Halo – Insurrection (OC ReMix)
