Next-morning update, as I start remembering more things
When I first got there, I inquired as to where the liquor was, and went straight for the Mohawk, and poured myself a shot. A tall dude holding a beer (something like a Keystone Light) looked at me, smirked, and said, "Yeah, shoot that." So I did. I mean, come on, guy, it's not like it's fucking diesel fuel - it's essentially just doubel vodka. I'm not that hardcore for shooting it. You just, you know, suck or something.
I met a girl named Eri(c|k)a who was a Czech language major at UT. (I think that's her below, dancing with a headless apparition.) We exchanged some of the quirks of the various languages, to the best of my drunken ability. I think I've met more people who speak Slovak/Czech than I've met Russians, when you allow for the fact that, you know, I'm Russian and my family knows more of 'em than usual. Maybe I'll take a class at UT this fall, try to learn it. I mean, how much different from Russian can you be?
I'm a huge fucking nerd for using regexp in a party-follow-up post.
I have really interesting drunken dreams. I'm not going to recount them here - because what the fuck do you care? - but last night I had a dream that lasted, subjectively, several hours - although, half of those hours were me being bored on a train - and included another party. I believe that's called a twofer.
This guy was pretty fucking into the show. His name's Travis, and I talked to him for awhile as things were winding down. There's just something that brings people with mohawks together.
Liquor.
I met a girl named Eri(c|k)a who was a Czech language major at UT. (I think that's her below, dancing with a headless apparition.) We exchanged some of the quirks of the various languages, to the best of my drunken ability. I think I've met more people who speak Slovak/Czech than I've met Russians, when you allow for the fact that, you know, I'm Russian and my family knows more of 'em than usual. Maybe I'll take a class at UT this fall, try to learn it. I mean, how much different from Russian can you be?
I'm a huge fucking nerd for using regexp in a party-follow-up post.
I have really interesting drunken dreams. I'm not going to recount them here - because what the fuck do you care? - but last night I had a dream that lasted, subjectively, several hours - although, half of those hours were me being bored on a train - and included another party. I believe that's called a twofer.
This guy was pretty fucking into the show. His name's Travis, and I talked to him for awhile as things were winding down. There's just something that brings people with mohawks together.
Liquor.