We went and hung out at an Administrative law tribunal this afternoon. Man, I am wasted now. They just threw the drug bowls on to the table, their car keys into the fish bowl and then we all just got down and freaky to Rick James and Wild Cherry. Shit, I may even have told one of the strippers I loved her. Administrative law will do that, though, and old timers in the scene say it used to be even cooler. If that's true, I'm glad I wasn't there; I can barely hold up under the strain of that many kegstands as it is.
Also, in possibly the craziest moment of all, we all wound up in the lift together making the awkward smalltalk that invariably follows a drug-soaked, Admin scene happening where clothes are just unnecessary encumbrances holding back the connection of minds. Once you've seen the senior member naked, smoking a joint in a corduroy beanbag, it's hard to make eye contact.
Anyway, we're all there, and there's no elevator music and that gets mentioned. At that moment, all six people in the elevator began to sing Girl From Ipanema. Synchronicity. I freaked out. Or possibly the past tense should be "frooked". You think? Tribunals can really open your mind to possibilities. You know?
I have to go now. There's a 38 year old man sitting across from me talking to schoolchildren about World Of Warcraft. Apparently he has a "shammy" and a "tiger of durotar" and is ready for a "raid". You know how people sometimes don't know whether to laugh or cry? Never been a problem for me. Laughter is the best medicine. Also, good luck on the airplanes. Is there a common theme here?