pohmakajutud. overhanging and monkeys.

It had been very long since the last time I had a party. It was unexpected but very much needed. Juan's appartment, lots of people and even more alcohol. I think I have never seen a party quite like this before - like in the movies, where the place is packed with crowd so that it's difficult to move around, the music playing loud and the fridge full of good drinks. Juan and his famous coctails. Lots of friend's friend's friends. A guy with a monkey (I poked the monkey in the ass and got no reaction..) . No stress. No worries. It was great. And I could have gone on and on but everyone who hadn't left, started falling asleep at about 4AM and I had to work in the morning, so I left them to their soon-to-be hangovers.

This morning I woke up later than I was supposed to, missed my working time and didn't feel completely sober yet, but I just thought to myself: "hi-hi" and didn't worry about anything. Ahhh... quel bonheur!

It's quite amusing to remarc what different people do when drunk. My mission of the evening was to "arrange" couples (since I have no need to do it for myself I do it for the others ;). Or more like show them "the right way" (mostly necessary for the guys who are too shy and who just don't get the point). I think it actually worked a little. For example: I started talking to the "third party" who was obviously in the way and then the alcohol/attraction did the rest. I guess sometimes it was quite obvious, but harmless. Pas des pretentions.

Alcohol is funny when not overdosed and if everyone around you have consumed equally. Being sober and watching drunk people is not funny. Being the only drunk person is embarrasing. And then there's this overwhelming intelligent conversation part: talking about something superseriously without actually progressing to any conclusions. Last night I talked about the soviet union and repression politics, about breaking through in art business, about school and Estonia and lots of other stuff, but it was just small-talk and I don't have to feel bad about not remembering what was said. Nor feel bad about talking a lot about nothing or saying stupid things like: "you know, you look like a rock star". Huge parties are great because you can talk to lots of people and if at some moment they become uninteresting you can just swich to someone else and nobody minds.

Thank you mister hangover-god for this blessed evening. Or should I thank Juan and his super organiser skills? I can happily go on working and studying, now that I feel normal and social again. Amen.