1. My friends went up on stage to sing the theme song from "The Jeffersons" and got booed off the stage. It really was terrible. I wish I had a tape recording or something.
2. Some of the stuff I was drinking was on FIRE. The bartender gave the drinks to Joey with the explicit instructions that they not be set on fire. So, Joey walks to the table, sets down the drink next to me, and Brandon promptly ignites it with a nearby lighter. Joey (allegedly) freaked out and blew it out right before I drank it. I think it was a "Dr. Pepper", which is some strange drink involving a beer and a little shot of rum or something. You drop the shot into the beer and it foams all over the place.
3. The seating arrangements on the way to Julias Apt. consisted of a full car of people, 3 people seated in the back seat, and me draped over all of them, horizontally, nearly oblivious. Steve recalls that he asked me how I was doing and I said something like, "I'm experiencing cognitive dissonance."
4. Jay says that the wooden fat happy guy in the shrine was probably some luck god, rather than a buddha. Luck is probably more useful than serenity in a place where people go to get rip roaring drunk, anyway.

You think if there were people who walked professionally (couriers? treadmill testers?) that they would become snooty walking professionals? "Look at that Sunday walker, swinging his arm around like that...pfeh! Call that walking?" I think what my brain is trying to cough up now is that every skill, every talent that any human has, is something that we have made important/valuable/desirable on our own (species wise). Yeah I can write perl scripts. If I were a scorpion fish facing off against a moray eel, that would be a totally useless thing to know. I'm sure the other scorpion fish would laugh at me and scoff that I hardly know anything about impaling other sea creatures with my venomous spines. So why do we get so snooty about the things we know? We're so arrogant, I can't believe it! Got a lot of money and land? Boom! Polar bear walks in your door. Security, arrogance, confidence go out the window.

Um...

I wrote down a recurring dream I had again a few nights ago for the first time in many years. There are two of them. One of them seems to deal in guilt towards loss of life, the other is about self-preservation and survival based on chance. I'll write them down here once I can remember the whole second one.