Good to have you back to the Lair!
I've got a few months to catch up on....
Not all at once though...
February 12th... Celebrations in the Lair.... Hai Long turned 34... I was treated to a surprise cake and pyrotechnic candle midway through my class. After class it was off to a nearby Uyghur Restaurant for some food and first time Uyghur dancing. The whole premise of Uyghur dancing is for the man to claim his area on the dance floor with a lot of chest beating, slapping and gesturing with arms outstretched.
A little food and dancing with 20 of my closest friends....(Who were those people?) and it was time to go join another table for some of the other great male bonding behaviours.... Baijio....
I have no sympathy for myself, nor do I expect any from anybody else.... I just proved that night that I was a slow learner. As if my time in Illi had not been lesson enough.... I must have felt lacking fire and in need of a refuel.... for we consumed the dreaded nectar of the devil in copious amounts.
Rob was the first to crack. A little redecorating of the flooring and then off to make a new friend in the bathroom for a few hours. I went to see if he was alright and only remember hugging Geofrreys water cooler because it was the heaviest, most stable thing I could find. I had a dragons eye view of the living room in time to see Geoffrey fall off the lounge and smash the bottle everywhere, then involuntarily lie down in the broken glass... I think it's some strange Queensland Accupuncture Ritual.
It was about then I decided I needed to go and help him.... I don't know why... I hadn't even made it to Rob yet.... and that was an hour before.... but I dragged my Dragon ass off the chair next to the water cooler and stumbled across the room toward the middle image of Geoffrey. I missed....
Next thing I remember I was standing with my head resting on the front door of my apartment.... attempting to place a a four pronged key into an X shaped lock! I can't even do this door when I'm sober.... But I must have had someone watching over me. I got it first go.... opened the door and then repainted.
Always considerate... I then proceeded to clean up. At some point.... I really don't have a clue when... I went back downstairs to see if Geoffrey and Rob were actually still breathing.... Oh boy.... Where's that water cooler?!
Time Passes in a vacuous stare of inebriation....
I think I must have clicked my heals together and said "I just wanna be home in Kansas...".... for the next thing I recall was walking out of my bathroom and thinking "How the hell did I get here?"
I'm not proud of it.... I'm not ashamed.... I don't think it's funny to do that to yourself.... But it has been the source of many funny stories and questions...
How did we get home from the restaurant? How did we get two extra bottles of Baijio? How the hell did I negotiate the lock? If a glass breaks and nobody is sober enough to remember it... did it really happen? How did Pia's doormat get so wet?....
These are the mysteries of my long memorable for being unmemorable birthday.
A little food and dancing with 20 of my closest friends....(Who were those people?) and it was time to go join another table for some of the other great male bonding behaviours.... Baijio....
I have no sympathy for myself, nor do I expect any from anybody else.... I just proved that night that I was a slow learner. As if my time in Illi had not been lesson enough.... I must have felt lacking fire and in need of a refuel.... for we consumed the dreaded nectar of the devil in copious amounts.
Rob was the first to crack. A little redecorating of the flooring and then off to make a new friend in the bathroom for a few hours. I went to see if he was alright and only remember hugging Geofrreys water cooler because it was the heaviest, most stable thing I could find. I had a dragons eye view of the living room in time to see Geoffrey fall off the lounge and smash the bottle everywhere, then involuntarily lie down in the broken glass... I think it's some strange Queensland Accupuncture Ritual.
It was about then I decided I needed to go and help him.... I don't know why... I hadn't even made it to Rob yet.... and that was an hour before.... but I dragged my Dragon ass off the chair next to the water cooler and stumbled across the room toward the middle image of Geoffrey. I missed....
Next thing I remember I was standing with my head resting on the front door of my apartment.... attempting to place a a four pronged key into an X shaped lock! I can't even do this door when I'm sober.... But I must have had someone watching over me. I got it first go.... opened the door and then repainted.
Always considerate... I then proceeded to clean up. At some point.... I really don't have a clue when... I went back downstairs to see if Geoffrey and Rob were actually still breathing.... Oh boy.... Where's that water cooler?!
Time Passes in a vacuous stare of inebriation....
I think I must have clicked my heals together and said "I just wanna be home in Kansas...".... for the next thing I recall was walking out of my bathroom and thinking "How the hell did I get here?"
I'm not proud of it.... I'm not ashamed.... I don't think it's funny to do that to yourself.... But it has been the source of many funny stories and questions...
How did we get home from the restaurant? How did we get two extra bottles of Baijio? How the hell did I negotiate the lock? If a glass breaks and nobody is sober enough to remember it... did it really happen? How did Pia's doormat get so wet?....
These are the mysteries of my long memorable for being unmemorable birthday.
