The Book of Crispy
The Crispy One.
On Monday, 9, May 2005 Crispy wrote...
Le Roi Est Mort, Vive Le Roi! 4:19AM
The casino table is dead. Long live the casino table. I'm in a serious state of "wtf did I do with my weekend" downer right now. I've tried to reverse it by going to work and acting productive. Didn't help that I've just opened and email reminding me that I'm late delivering the content for the conference on tuesday. Still gotta fix it and ship it to SF.
It's not that I didn't do anything with my weekend, it's just that it was generally toxic and self-destructive.
On Friday night I went to the Big Chill bar for a few quiets and to see Simon DJ. Then I hooked up with a new random Amanda and we went to a party in a mini-cab office. What a strange place to put a party. DJ dropped a wicked track before the lights came on and left me wishing I could go all night. Lucky I didn't because after Amanda fed me some model glue that claimed to be vodka, and a home-sick-welly-style kebab (debate whether it was welly or Perth style though) I was ready to crash. I think she's got some potential. I will call her again. When I finally recovered from that effort I was still a power-nap short of a half-arsed sleep, but snooze, you loose, because there is fetish to be done.
Sat night was Torture Garden's 14th birthday. http://www.torturegarden.com. Since I was planning on being in New York, I didn't manage to put as much effort into costume as last time, but I did have my new shiny bright red hot pants to show off. And I finally wore out my bondage jacket, so it was a highly suitable outfit. Strange coincidence is that I looked a little bit like a wrestler with my pants and boots, and TG had put on a WWF-style wrestling ring in. Odd stuff. Saw a guy get DDT'd onto the roof of a big old-skool American ford. The most enlightening thing I saw was the sewing lessons. Two girls got sticked together from the shoulder to elbow. A guy got his mouth stitched shut. A girl got her $%^& stitched shut and then had blood drawn from her hand and fed back to her and spread all over her needle-stacked breasts. These images will be retained, I believe.
So now it brings me to now. A few more hours sleep and a sunday roa$t and I'm in the office wishing I was somewhere else, such as wherever it is that my brain is wandering right now.