Completely Unnecessary

Sometimes they should just be spent watching as movie as I’d planned.

My class was… woeful enough that we all felt the need for beers afterwards. This turned into a lovely dinner of dumplings, which somehow turned into:

• Going to see a relatively craptacular band (new songs = sucky, old songs = fun)
• Getting covered in inexplicable custard (Sam)
• Getting called many, many times by drunk friends
• Getting doored by a drunk guy in a cab (I’m okay - my handlebars remain questionable)
• Getting shouted at by guys outside the Night Cat
• Getting shouted at by guys in a car. I believe the direct quote was, “This is a road for cars, you fuckwits.” It wasn’t; he was just wrong and more wrong. Also drunk.

All in all, Sam and I retired from public life and drank wine in the vaguely cheerful confines of domesticity and safety.

I do feel like I’ve cleared a right of passage, though, by being doored. The poor kid was apologetic. But he did door me by not looking at all before opening a taxi with two beers in his hands. I feel my, “Well, next time look before opening the fucking door,” was completely fair. As I said, I’m fine; my wrist hurts where I countered the door, but I’m sure it’ll be okay. Sigh. To be really young, drunk, and completely divorced from your impact on the world.

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