the last ten days

note: thanks for the outpouring of concern over the lack of posting. i was overwhelmed when i received literally ones of messages inquiring about my health and the chance of acquiring my television if i died.

i’ve had some vivid dreams over the past week and a half. contrarily, the realty in which i lived was slightly dulled. i’m not quite sure where the line is, but i’ll relate the goings-on anyway.

friday was fun in that i got to see chris and his wife in the dreary gloom of a pennsylvania december. though we had a good time it’s clear that i overdosed on chris by sheer proximity in under twenty four hours. my only explanation for this is that i didn’t leave enough buffer/recovery time since my august visit to santa clara. nevertheless, he and taisa arrived in the early evening and i took us downtown to see the warhol museum. this was a good choice for me since i like modern art but i didn’t really inquire as to whether chris would enjoy the excursion. as it turns out we both have an interest in the alchemical properties of urine and its affect on silk screen and paint. after the museum we got some food and then returned home to discuss the pros and cons google’s acquisition of youtube over heinekens.

we also decided to drink some absinthe. after scanning youtube and listening to genesis and unk while dancing eighties-style i believe i passed out watching family guy. my guests spent the night in the denim room of my house, an experience i’m sure they will never forget.

saturday i met up with old friends as is our tradition. brad and his wife came to hang out at my place before we left for town. they gave me some amaretto, which is why i feel bad that all i gave them for the holidays was music advice. in my defense, though, both gifts are valuable and increase one’s quality of life. we watched music videos on demand and listened to neko case and tv on the radio, then we headed out to see some old friends. one from boston, one from chicago, one from philadelphia. all were reminders of a better time (for me at least). i didn’t sleep in my bed that night.

well after one a.m. on sunday i am lying on a couch with the room spinning, but slowly, in non-uniform rotations. mitch hedberg’s voice plays over a soft speaker. i want to laugh, but can only muster crooked crooked smiles.

sunday and monday were spent cleaning bathroom fixtures and acting out family holiday episodes. mostly the same as the past years, these episodes only vary in the tone and delivery of lines, as the script is unchangeable. the cinematographer can be persuaded once in a while, but the lighting is usually only good for one angle.

tuesday was spent doing more cleaning and playing electronic sudoku for hours. the old friends and i went out again, this time to a piano bar constructed from a converted church. i was superliminally coerced into ordering double-liquored drinks by means of the waitresss continually repeating the phrase, “doubles are only a dollar more.”

later back at my house my buddy, his girlfriend, and myself are all in the living room. i play them a record. they eat some triple-distilled peppermint candy. hopefully i was not slurring my words.

wednesday, thursday, and friday are a blur of bad television and sudoku played to a soundtrack of americana (neko case and two gallants). the pull of these sinks was greater than my desire to write, which is why you are hearing about this only now. friday night, however, i put away mind-sharpening games in favor of mind-altering fun. i am not victor ward and i went out into the city to drink expensive drinks and discuss business. we went from a martini bar to a cigar/martini bar to a jazz club. i believe the only thing he drank all night was vodka, which he paid for later. but not before we witnessed a fight in the second place and made friends with a cool lady in the jazz club. since the music was over by the time we got there, there wasn’t much else to do except make conversation and drink vodka. i succeeded in one of those, but ianvw succeeded in both.

from what i can recall, new years eve was a great time. chelsea would be proud of me for making that statement. given the choice, i went big instead of going home. we danced to some sort of music and played pass the bottle. there’s not much else left in my brain and even that is fading fast. word.