Digital Parsimony

Finally, I uploaded the photos from last week’s party at Nomi. It was a blast and everyone had a great time. Hopefully, there will be plenty more parties like this one in the future. I get to practice my photography skills (which in this photo-set are definitely lacking) and enjoy some great music, not to mention the free drinks…I love free drinks.

Here’s the slideshow:

It’s now Sunday, and my nose is running, I have the chills, and my energy level is minimal at best, but that’s beside the point.

It all started with a fish-like consumption of alcohol on Friday night, Dima’s birthday. Arriving at 7:00PM, several hours after getting off work, getting dressed, and making the drive to his place, we started off with beer. After several bottles of good beer I decided to switch up the game plan, drinking Miller High Life. A brand so moronic they state that their beer is the “champagne of all beer”. After several bottles, separating it from urine was starting to become ever so difficult, so I made the executive decision of indulging in Vodka.

A beverage consumed religiously by Russian folk (on left is your model example, Rodion), it’s as clear as water and gives no hang-over if not mixed with anything at all. Surely, this proves the thoughtfulness of Soviet science and engineering. According the article on CNN.com the Russian Health Ministry estimated consumption in 1996 was 18 liters of pure alcohol per adult annually, which is equivalent of 38 liters of 100 proof vodka. I definitely put a dent in my annual quota that night. After vodka it was Tequila that filled my fancy, and after Tequila it was back to beer. Only when I poured myself a glass of scotch that smelled and tasted like paint thinner, did I decide it was a good time to call it a night. Brittney drove home that night, and it was quite possibly the best buzz (that didn’t involve projectile vomiting) that I ever had.

I think this weekend was fun, and I’ll close it off by reaching into my blog mailbox (for making posts by sending a text-message to an e-mail address, and grabbing this little gem: “Its Dima’s birthday, and we’re gettin drunk, you will remember this tomorrow Vlad. ” …sure don’t.

There’s really nothing like an action-packed weekend, you know? Something to get excited about throughout the whole week. I sit here typing on my tainted keyboard (the letters of home row are starting to fade), looking into my “rear-view-mirror” attached to my big Apple Cinema display, hoping for something exciting to cross behind me. Yeah, a typical Tuesday. Too much work to think about, and not enough time to do it, and I don’t have the motivation to get started. Plus, I’ve got a blog to write!

The cafe is pumping the fumes of freshly grilled pink salmon into our enclosed cube-farm, now I’m almost convinced they’re doing it on purpose. It smells like heaven and my stomache is sure to let me know, that if in the next 10 minutes I don’t feed it, it’ll send up a rupturing gargle, further intensifying the all-so-human instinct to consume.

Anyway, back to the point, this weekend was an absolute blast. Here’s a quick review:

Friday:
1. Brandon turns quarter-century (25).
2. Get to restaurant, drink beer.
3. Popa passes out after 1/2 a beer and a proper bit of fish & chips.
4. Drink more beer.
5. Pay bill, finish Popa’s beer.
6. Wake up Popa, drive to liquor store.
7. Look for pipe, can’t find pipe, buy Vodka, chips, salsa, zig-zags.
8. Load car, forgot beer, go back, buy more beer.
9. Get to house, turn on Rockstar and crank the volume.
10. Open fresh beer.
11. Popa’s asleep again, there’s drool…must have been a rough day.
12. Play Rockstar with friends ’till 3:00AM.
13. Popa wakes up, ready to party.
14. Party leaves, Vitaliy drives us home.
15. Cuddle up to Popa, back to sleep.

Saturday:
1. Wake up, head hurts, drink water.
2. Brush teeth, kiss up on Popa.
3. Eat fresh aladiki (mini-pancakes).
4. Recover from Friday.
5. Get dressed for concert.
6. Pick up friends, wearing the same exact thing as me.
7. Look like tools.
8. Buy panties (don’t ask).
9. Eat Thai, face is now a running mess.
10. Get to concert & park (phew…)
11. Watch Coheed and Cambria destroy what would have been a good song.
12. Linkin Park comes on.
13. Enjoy the best show ever! They came back on stage twice after leaving.
14. Ahem…leave concert, go to bar, drink beer.
15. Get home, cuddle up to Popa, sleep.

Sunday consisted of more fun, dinner with friends and family, watching Popa school girlies in hockey, and playing Call of Duty 4 all night.

Ahhh…great weekend.