Lovely day

Last night I had a couple of revelations: a) I have no willpower b) I have no sound economical judgement c) I'm desperate when I'm drunk d) but not that desperate e) I must move to the burbs.

After seeing a couple of the vids on Losertube I'm having second thoughts about the last one. What was I thinking, really.

What not to do when at an architecture master's exhibition:

- Don't try to overintellectualize your conversation. They are always smarter and more sober than you, and you'll just end up inventing new words and slurring them in the process coming off as a drunk cunt, which you probably are anyhow

- Don't kick the models. It's tempting, but just suck your genitalia into your body cavity and have a nice tall champagne flute of keep on walking

- Don't hide the greasy chicken skewers you just devoured in the presentation model you're standing next to

- Don't lift small people onto the models. They won't fit even though they might appear to be at 1:25 scale

- Don't comment on the work to hot strangers, cause the project you just axed as naïve and unresh'olved is probably theirs. Be nice or you gets no booty rooty

- Don't stare at the hot guy in the tight red t-shirt commenting loudly to your friends 'I think he's G-A-Y'

- Don't take two bottles of red for the road. You'll end up being too drunk when you get to the next venue to get in. Swaying and pointing the bottle (bottles..?) at the bouncer to underline your sobriety does probably not improve your case.

Today I awoke to the sound of bird twitter and the sensation of a sandstorm having blown through my mouth. Then the Accompanist called who, if possible, sounded like he had had an even more massive night than me, ending up upstairs at Sircuit watching Kate Blanchett in the non-porn movie room. The poor thing was hung over and on the tram homewards (I think) when a freaking chinese marching band, horns chirping out of tune and drums outta control banging, walked past and held up the tram. What a nightmare that must have been for someone who's a professional musician. He hung up.

I just found a note in my back pocket from the DJ at the Workshop bar from last night with the address to his blog where they've posted some cool mixtapes and stuff. They do an awesome job live, and I think I actually tried a while ago to hook him up with my best friend.