I guess to relive my sophomore year, I had to hang out with sophomores. The overwhelming lesson of the last few days is that I need to go to bed earlier. The sun is going to come up in no more than 50 mins, the birds are chirping, and tomorrow will be spent in hazy recovery.
Well, I spent my evening in the company of true intellectuals. Dan O'Shea & Michael O'Brien are some amazingly brilliant kids, and Andrew usually is too - when he's not speaking Russian and passed out. We re-lived the post-debate party drunken splendor of making too much noise, drinking without letting conscience and responsibility interfere, and talking about things that should float to the rhetorical surface more often.
The party went well, once people finally showed up, of course. It seemed that everyone had 7 / 7:30 dinner reservations tonight. The fashionably late entrance made for an unfashionably annoying strain on the hostess. Good turn out though, everyone liked the watermelon margaritas and the "gin punch" was a surprisingly popular beverage. I had a good time and had much to drink... last night was a good party too, in Forest.
After my party, I went to one of the hottest scenes I have ever seen at Midd. There was an underground rave in the art building, it was actually the same classroom where my senior seminar was held - they set up big speakers, a kind of sonique looking projected screen, booming euro trash music - but it was crowded, people coloring on themselves with highlighters, but it was just hot. Security eventually came, so we came back to Starr for another round of margaritas, Andrew was belligerent and refused to speak in anything but vulgar Russian slang. Andrew eventually passed out, but I enjoyed staying up with Dan and Michael - they are great kids and they represent a lot of promise for next year and should be nice additions to the debate crew. Debate seems like it'll round out nicely once the new clique signs on... maybe we should try to organize something before school gets out. I miss those good ol' days, but they make things seem really promising.
How successful was I at reliving 1999? Well, I adverted responsibility and haven't so much as thought about that is looming and due for Monday. I stayed up way too late, drank indulgent quantaties, and generally mingled with a lot of people I don't see enough. But I guess I have learned a few things since then and I couldn't really go back to 1999, even if I wanted to... but perhaps I came as close as I could (or should).
posted by lmjasinski at 3:44 AM
