the law of threes
oh what a day spent at southbound yesterday, it was rather strange. for once the story ain’t about the music, it’s about what happened to me. to put it succinctly, lets say I drank a lot and have little recollection about what happened between the hours of three and six. It’s like some black hole in my brain.
the only clear consensus is that i was speaking to my cousin for a while, i know that because I apologised for all the crap i would’ve said to him. todd’s reply was no worries, it was the best couple of hours of the day, if only I can remember what i was talking about. In the meantime, i somehow lost glenn, but we had reunited by the end of the night. So there we go a great big no of only god knows and quite possibly some busselton randoms know what happened.
my theory is that glenn and I have the strangest times when there is a third person in the equation, it destabilises our continuity. so when something our senses aren’t turned to what is usually occurring and we react differently. well i can’t describe how good it felt to come home last nite and cuddle in the arms of alexandra. that was supreme, even super supreme.
by the way if anyone does know what happened in that lost period. please don’t be afraid to tell me.
posted by handshakedrugs @ 2:05 AM
2 Comments:
Oh my... I'm not a fan of those nights either.
Could your cousin remember what you were saying exactly?
I had a similar orrurrence @ Homebake.. one minute im watching Timmy Rogers and You Am I.. the next my drunk arse is on a bus???
my cousin could remember what i was saying, apparently i was talking to some gay guy and jumping on his back. i was very loud, which is quite different for me. fun, fun times :-P
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