a while ago i got a rare email from will which consisted of more than 2 - 3 lines and only 1 or 2 smartass comments. to be fair, he's in his second (uh, i think) year of residency and combined with a terminal condition called procrastination it's a heady combo. anyhoo, i digress. in it he made the observation that i - like him - seem to either be running around like crazy, partying hard, or laying around hella tired. it's funny when your close friends make observations about you that you don't expect. it's an interesting surprise to see how your people view your life.
i think about this comment on days like these, where i've spent the majority of the day on the couch recovering from the indulgences of the night before. i don't know what it is, but drinking in SH is a lot different from being at home. i'm sure it has a lot to do with the fake liquor or whatever gets served here - drinks can still taste strong but you just don't get as truly black-out, smash-through-the-plateglass-window fucked up that you get at home. at most the night seems to be vaguely fuzzy and one a rare night i'll not remember portions of what happened. but last night i knocked back quite a few (more than 10, less than 15) beverages and felt relatively ok, just really full. however, today has been a vicious exercise in futility to recover. it's the hangover that just won't end! i've eaten every carbohydrate in the house and then some, and i even took the dog to the park thinking that the cold air will do something magical and restorative. i still feel like a pancake.
mmm... pancakes....
saw frank last night at velvet. he's the kind of person that fuggin cracks you up just by existing, much like chris rock. i was wearing my white down jacket and a hoodie, and i kid you not he spent about 4.2 minutes smushing my coat and calling me fluffy carolyn. i don't know why but things like that really make me laugh.
ok, next subject.
so you - like i - may be a total romance cynic. i think that valentine's day and anniversaries are the biggest wastes of time and money, plus i worked in retail for 6 years so i know for a fact that they're just marketing ploys. being in the states really pile-drives the notion of ROMANCE and COMMERCE home, like you would not believe. one thing i like about SH is that the bottled-american sentiment aspect of society is blissfully absent. stupid stuff like some medical study getting published about the positive affects of green tea and suddenly green tea is the second coming, fueling product sales from the tea itself to fuggin moisturizer containing green tea essence or whatever the hell. anyway, valentine's day here is suddenly seeming like a big deal to people, probably because every club and restaurant (and there are far too many) is pushing valentine's day set menus and parties and crap like that. i've got my female friends here - with the exception of cyn bc she's like me - asking what my plans are and that we should have some single girls' celebration.
if there's one thing i don't understand, it's holding a separate celebration in defiance of a holiday, tradition, or mindset. it smacks of mimicry and false sentiment and i feel like you're just giving more strength to an idea that you are rebelling against. anyhoo, i gave weak 'um, maybe' responses to any propositions to a single girl valentine celebration. i'm not ashamed of being single or and i don't feel that it's some condition i'm fighting or needing to hide. i actually fought to be single, so there.
i learned on friday that in korea on valentine's day, the women give the men chocolate or candy. then, on white day - march 14 - the men give the women chocolate. then, on april 14 for black day, those people who didn't get chocolate get together and eat 'black noodles' (which i think is soba) and try to meet someone so they don't have to participate in it again the next year. for some reason i liked the idea of getting together to eat soba for a particular reason.
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