days go by in a haze...
i've got a really funny story to tell. only i don't think i'll tell it.
do you ever have those moments...when you wake up, and you hope everything that you remember didn't really happen? maybe you feel remorse over some twisted dream, and it wasn't really reality? but then the vivid images come swirling to your head, and you realize...yes, it really did happen. yes, you did that. and you think to yourself..."WHY ARE YOU SUCH A JACKASS?!"
so those are my thoughts on easter weekend.
sunday night started with a masquerade party. i should have known this would be trouble. my "sunday night" ended at about 10am in my flat. after a night of insanity, being lost in the morning, beaten with sticks by 10 year old czech boys (as is the tradition for easter monday) taking the wrong bus, and some other general confusion. more to follow, perhaps.
do you ever have those moments...when you wake up, and you hope everything that you remember didn't really happen? maybe you feel remorse over some twisted dream, and it wasn't really reality? but then the vivid images come swirling to your head, and you realize...yes, it really did happen. yes, you did that. and you think to yourself..."WHY ARE YOU SUCH A JACKASS?!"
so those are my thoughts on easter weekend.
sunday night started with a masquerade party. i should have known this would be trouble. my "sunday night" ended at about 10am in my flat. after a night of insanity, being lost in the morning, beaten with sticks by 10 year old czech boys (as is the tradition for easter monday) taking the wrong bus, and some other general confusion. more to follow, perhaps.