i got so staggeringly drunk this past saturday that i might have had my first memory loss. last thing i recall (more or less) after getting out of the cab at 0300 is hanna breaking a plate, and that’s it.
according to sources slightly more reliable than i, we were actually up for half an hours, during which i not only was fondling petters abs and encouriging others to do the same, but also promised to make breakfast. in fact, i had promised to “get up, go to the store, and cook breakfast before any of you wake up”. i must have been the drunkest because it’s a ridiculous thing for me to promise.
i was held to my promise though, and six hours later they tear my door down, someone takes my cellphone for some reason, and then yell feed us! feeeeeeed us! like so many gollum zombies until i mooch to the store to buy baked beans. i’m drunk all day and only get the hangover in the evening. then blissful sleep. sunday more or less down the drain, when i should have been doing, i don’t know, something soberlish.
emma came by and kept my miserable self company. and i now have a bike that goes “schuech schuech” on every rotation. yay for bikes!
i don’t know if it’s related, but i stumbled upon edward bernays book “propaganda” while searching for people to interview regarding the lockpicking presentation that’s due in a weeks time. i’m not going to read it right now, but i did watch a short clip about his successful attempt to get more women smoking in the 20s:
the book is available here: www.historyisaweapon.com, and it’s prolly a good read. if nothing else it’s a classic in pr and advertising.
oh, i think that what connects the two above stories might be a flashback to the party – a sea of amused faces when i with much bravado describe the priciple of how i’m going to take over gothenburg. it’s a sound principle, but my eagerness to inform these poor people about its genious might have been overly enthusiastic.