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Deutsches Haus
Nov. 9th, 2002 08:54 pmYesterday I went and did theater work again. This time it involved painting flats such that they were all fleshy white. I was supposed to go in again today, but I didn't. I decided I'd rather sleep, having been out until somewhat late at the German House, watching Yoko Ono films and generally hanging out in lieu of a birthday party. It was a nice night, quite enjoyable. Certainly not wild, which was the alternative. (Hmm, it seems to always turn out that way lately...)
It's kind of strange; since turning 21, I've decided to actively attempt to avoid too many situations that involve drunken debauchery. I have no problem with drinking, and I certainly do it, but I do have problems with certain attitudes toward it. I've probably gone over this before and don't feel the need to repeat myself at this point, but I'd much rather spend a nice evening hanging out with a few people and consuming a bit of alcohol at a leisurely pace than to go to a party with a lot of people and a lot of alcohol where the object is to get smashed quickly (or even when that is not the object but what ends up happening).
Tonight I went out to dinner with Eileen, her grandmother, and a bunch of people, nearly all of whom I already knew and most of whom are friends. Afterward we went to Oktoberfest. It appeared that John and I got there first (the other people in the car we rode over in didn't go to Oktoberfest), and there was no bread for the sausages. I ran into Victoria and talked to her for a while, and then finally found Meg and everyone else, who had been hiding on the other side of the party. Meg and Jamie didn't stay very long, and from then on the group slowly dispersed. And now it is only nine o'clock on a Saturday night.
It's kind of strange; since turning 21, I've decided to actively attempt to avoid too many situations that involve drunken debauchery. I have no problem with drinking, and I certainly do it, but I do have problems with certain attitudes toward it. I've probably gone over this before and don't feel the need to repeat myself at this point, but I'd much rather spend a nice evening hanging out with a few people and consuming a bit of alcohol at a leisurely pace than to go to a party with a lot of people and a lot of alcohol where the object is to get smashed quickly (or even when that is not the object but what ends up happening).
Tonight I went out to dinner with Eileen, her grandmother, and a bunch of people, nearly all of whom I already knew and most of whom are friends. Afterward we went to Oktoberfest. It appeared that John and I got there first (the other people in the car we rode over in didn't go to Oktoberfest), and there was no bread for the sausages. I ran into Victoria and talked to her for a while, and then finally found Meg and everyone else, who had been hiding on the other side of the party. Meg and Jamie didn't stay very long, and from then on the group slowly dispersed. And now it is only nine o'clock on a Saturday night.
