The problem with a fuckup like A. is that his persistent awkwardness complicates the use of physical cues for the identification of grotesque levels of intoxication.

( But I suppose the slurring and racial epithets should have been a dead giveaway. )

Tortured artist that I am, I had a panic attack last night upon realizing that my Transformers costume was more closely resembling a Gundam than a Decepticon. D. talked me down off the balcony, but not before I left A. a rambling voicemail trying to call the whole thing off. In the light of the day, I realized I had overreacted and contacted Boy ( Read more... )

Radiohead's Let Down was fittingly iShuffled during the long drive home from poker last night.

After L.'s last minute cancellation, we used the small group size (only four players) to justify three games instead of our usual two. Despite playing (in my opinion) extremely well in the first two, I lost all three, coming in second twice, last ( Read more... )

"How many seats are left for the Aristocrats?"

The tall black man behind the counter silently lifted a single finger skyward.

"Can all three of us sit in it?"

He shook his head.

With that, we collectively groaned and wandered out into a humidity index so high that it caused eighty-five degrees to feel like ninety-five at ten o'clock at night. ( Read more... )

When three out of six players canceled, we should have called the whole thing off; Texas Hold'em with only three participants is questionable to say the least. It is even worse when the third player is Lucky L. I went out first in both games, which will likely cost me my number one spot in terms of average placement. The second time my aces and ( Read more... )

In the midst of a post-win manic episode, we hatched plans for our annual hajj to Vegas. Thanks to A.'s comp'd room at the Lady Luck and Independence Air's direct flights out of Dulles, we managed two rooms and a car for five days and four nights at just under $370 per person. This way, I need fear neither prolonged layovers nor sharing a ( Read more... )

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We were editing the five videos (none of which is more than two minutes) until 11:30 tonight. I forget how time consuming such things are, particularly in the absence of technology. Nevertheless, the videos are choice, completely bizarre. One sequence has L. chopping the heads off flowers in his garden while Enya plays in the background and A. ( Read more... )

Like the good son of a bipolar father, I have done a complete one-eighty on the party and I am now excessively manic about it. Yesterday, while leaving work, I had an epiphany that resolved a number of our remaining issues with L.'s biography (e.g. video camera no longer works, not enough time to draw all the biographical cartoons and film and ( Read more... )

So, I was at this party and some bald dude was chatting me up about digital cameras (I had brought mine because we required a portrait of L. for use in the murder-mystery party). While discussing shot quality, I turned on the camera and began idly flipping through the images I had saved. Almost immediately, several photos of D. emerging naked ( Read more... )