It's a slow day today. I'd had high hopes for our second Abi party last night, but it was simply not a patch on last friday. The people were too many, the drinks contained too much cognac, and as for the DJ, he has a table in hell with a 'reserved' sign on it.
I don't even know if I can attribute it to drunkenness (not mine, you understand), but the whole thing just reinforced the image that everyone here is mad.
Remember in February I posted that entry about the crazy guy who had the party? Well, he was there last night. We had a couple more gems of his 'intellect' that I wish, I wish I could remember more of for you. There were plenty more plain references to the inevitable upcoming revolution (which I will now lead in the UK and he Europe, apparently) which has now been dubbed "Project 55". No, I am quite serious.
I do however remember one quote, or at least the essence of what was said:
"Max, there are very few people my age who can think and understand like I do. I've realised now that people just can't stand up to my intelligence. For example, last week I was talking all night with some guy's girlfriend, and at one point he said 'hey, why are you talking to my girlfriend so much and not to me?' and I recited a page of communicative theory to him, he had no answer. Intelligence is the most powerful barrier one can have."
I didn't really know how to respond to that. Perhaps he's right after all.
The other thing I remember is we went back to the bar to get another beer, and just after we ordered, he said "You know, this is just like the Rime of the Ancient Mariner."
I think I automatically laughed and nodded, but after 10 seconds of genuine thought (quick scan of the room for an albatross or something), I tapped him on the shoulder and asked "Just how exactly is this like the Rime of the Ancient Mariner?"
And he did that thing people do where they kind of tap the side of their nose and then half point towards you in one movement, and said, knowingly, "Water water everywhere but not a drop to drink".
And I was all "What the fuck country am I in?" which seemed grammatically correct at the time. Men reciting poetry at a bar is just disconcerting. This was the only memorable event in an otherwise fairly boring night.
I also met the cashier from our local Rewe, who I don't think has ever been linked in any way to our school.
The best news is that my wingman has finally made it to Germany after another long 6 months of being apart. He's kicking ass and taking names. We'll probably hit up the kneipe fairly soon in the future, and I'll be darned if it doesn't look exactly like this.
This boy is pretty awesome. He deserves a shout out for this pure fineage.
