Revolting.
I was at this humongous party that stretched through a series of large rooms and corridors in what I assume was a university building. People were shouting and jumping everywhere and a bunch of people were getting sick and on a couple of occasions, while I was walking around, I stopped to move someone who was vomiting up noodles or whatever into the "recovery position" so he wouldn't choke.
I passed by some large guy who had blue paint all over his clothes and in his mouth and he put his arm around me and started talking loudly to everyone around him and spewed blue paint all over me. We walked around some more and I was standing on a large flight of stairs with Mike C. and some other people and someone wanted to take a picture of Mike and I and we had to stand very close together, and I put my arm around him and (though the logistics of this fail me now) I was so close to him that I could see inside his shirt somehow and all his organs were kind of half-spilled out of his abdomen. I was fascinated by how they looked, their different colours with veins and vessels running just under the surface, and by how shiny and glistening they were.
When the picture was over (we were standing there for a full 2 minutes probably, so I don't know if it was supposed to be a daguerrotype or what), Mike pulled his jacket closed and I looked up at him and started to ask something, but he just shook his head slightly, glanced around at the other people nearby, and said in a low voice, "Not now. Ask me again later."
I passed by some large guy who had blue paint all over his clothes and in his mouth and he put his arm around me and started talking loudly to everyone around him and spewed blue paint all over me. We walked around some more and I was standing on a large flight of stairs with Mike C. and some other people and someone wanted to take a picture of Mike and I and we had to stand very close together, and I put my arm around him and (though the logistics of this fail me now) I was so close to him that I could see inside his shirt somehow and all his organs were kind of half-spilled out of his abdomen. I was fascinated by how they looked, their different colours with veins and vessels running just under the surface, and by how shiny and glistening they were.
When the picture was over (we were standing there for a full 2 minutes probably, so I don't know if it was supposed to be a daguerrotype or what), Mike pulled his jacket closed and I looked up at him and started to ask something, but he just shook his head slightly, glanced around at the other people nearby, and said in a low voice, "Not now. Ask me again later."