good times???

It’s been a while since I’ve posted about the random day-to-day stuff about what’s going on at least that’s what it seems but I figured I’d give it a whirl.

So aside from doing my usual 9-5 at the Den of Tomfoolery, I’m taking this graphic design class every Friday night from like 6-9. I like the class and I’m learning new things on Photoshop. I also have a very interesting teacher. My only problem is that come 8:30 my brain shuts off and all I want to do is go home and pass out. But it’s only until December so I can hang.

I’m still trying to organize an art show with my friend. It’s been a struggle to get these artists organized and committed. One thing about the artist types is that they are some serious free spirits, so they tend to come together when the mood strikes them or when the planets fall into alignment, whichever comes first. My friend and I really want to make this happen and I’m anxious to get my art out in another public venue. I have been getting several inquiries recently as to when I’m going to have another show so it’s definitely time to get cracking.

And in other news, I learned last night that my friends are lushes.

Last night I met up with some of my close friends from law school, most of whom I haven’t seen in ages with the exception of my girl Slim. We met up at an Afghan Kabob House in Manhattan and caught up with each other. Everyone is doing well as they walk and stumble on the path of life. I had a chance to see my friend Y, who was like my shadow in law school but I haven’t seen as much since we both moved to New York. For most of the time I’ve known him, he was a pious (or tried to be) Muslim who never drank, smoke or did anything wild. He tried to be so down about the not-drinking thing that there was a time he refused to eat anything with vanilla extract because of the “alcohol” in it. Given this information, you can imagine how surprised I was to learn that my friend has gone in the opposite direction as he gleefully told me he how he has since smoked weed, developed a love for the “drank” and has engaged in projectile vomiting while walking down the street. Shortly after he told me this, I watched him down three martinis and some Red Bull/Vodka concoction at this nearby bar. Ordinarily, I wouldn’t be shocked by hearing such things but if you knew Y like I did, your mouth would also hit the floor.

That same night, my friend V’s girlfriend was telling me about how trashed V got when they took a trip to Jamaica. Apparently, V got so bombed that he started talking in an extremely loud voice (V tends to talk in a pretty quiet tone, so this is also surprising news for me) to random strangers, much to the embarrassment of his girlfriend L. V got so sick that he ended up puking in the pool (the bar was floating in the middle of the pool) and it wasn’t long before people were engulfed by some ominous-looking pink cloud. Many of them scattered like roaches but the others were equally bombed and therefore contently marinating in the wake of his launch.

As L told this story, V looked at us like, “What? You got a problem with that?”

Meanwhile, as all of these delightful anecdotes were being recanted, my lightweight behind was trying to nurse a martini for an entire night and only ended up drinking half. I let Y polish off the rest.

So then when I get home, I look at my cell at 11:15 only to discover that another friend of mine decided to text me to proclaim his drunkenness as he watched a football game at a bar somewhere up in Westchester. I’m still trying to figure out how the hell there was a college game on at 11 pm but what do I know? Hell, what the hell did his drunk ass know at that point? He could’ve been watching The Sound of Music and mistook Julie Andrews for a damn quarterback going in for a play. Anyway, out of boredom and just plain amusement, I decided to engage my drunk friend who was all too eager to tell me how even though it’s possible that he danced on some tables, he still wasn’t naked yet and that he was sooooo much fun right now and I should come out and join him somewhere in the City. It wasn’t long before the texts became rambling incoherences so I finally told him that he was a hot mess, turned my phone off and went to bed. I’m happy to report that I heard from my drunk friend(who is now my hung-over friend) this morning  and he is safely in his apartment curled up somewhere in the fetal position shivering his ass off.

I’d like to note that all of the above-mentioned people (except L) are lawyers.

And who said life was boring?

~ by J on October 21, 2007.