Party Animals
Chez Mark rocked hard and long on Friday with such blissful amenities as Bacardi 151, Marijuana, Coconut, Strawberry, and Chocolate rolling papers, Mark's CD collection, French Cigarettes (courtesy of Yours Truly), the "Smoking Bathroom", the somewhat short-lived roof, and a surprisingly large number of stunningly and wondrously beautiful women. Yes it was a late afternoon and evening to be remembered. Unfortunately, I wasn't quite my usual sociable self. There were a couple of witty remarks here and there, but toward the later hours of the rendez-vous (which was 2 parts Bronx Sciencites, 1 part people I had never seen in my life) I simply watched the clock, waiting for the dreaded time at which I would announce that I had to leave, quite before the rest of the gathering would. This of course, occurred thrice before I actually exited, after saying my one-on-one good-byes. Not only this, but I couldn't take my mind off of guilt. What had I done to my mother? It was for this reason that I couldn't truly become intoxicated, inebriated, what have you, at said social event. I was also sharply confused about my feelings for one of the attendees. In any case, I knew most of the people there and had a generally good time. I refused to let myself imbibe apparently ANY amount of alcohol and barely took 5 pulls off of a rather thin joint. In addition to all of this, I've had an inexplicable urge to write about the event in a fashion I'm currently engaging in; a garrulous turrent of ho-hum despairs while apparently clenching a pinecone within my rectum. Re-cap: The whole time I felt self-conscious, vain, guilty, confused, and altogether disturbed, but managed to enjoy myself during the intermittent moments in which I realized (if only for a nano-second) that all the emotions I had been experiencing were all but entirely spurious.
How was your Friday?
K Reghay
How was your Friday?
K Reghay