Gin bucket!
Holy shit, I am so drunk.
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I just got back from the antiwar demonstration in NYC. I'm not going to call it a pro-peace demonstration. I think being anti-war is positive and constructive enough.
Just listened to the first place Red Sox (thanks for fighting off Baltimore for us last night, Yankees) finally beat Toronto. Should be a hell of a contest down the stretch.
So my sleep schedule is still totally out of whack. Thursday night I was supposed to go out to a party, meet some friends, get my head shaved back into the notorious flophawk...anyway I had one drink in the early evening, so I headed back to my room to lay down and listen to the Red Sox on ESPN2...I passed out from like 8 to 10:30. And then I got up at 10:30 and I totally couldn't move. Couldn't get out of bed, I was wrecked with exhaustion. So I slept until like 4:30 am Friday morning. Yesterday I took a nap in the newspaper office from around 6:30 to 10:00. Woke up and dragged myself accross campus to my for real bed. Then I ended up sleeping until about 5:30 am. So not only was that at an inconvenient hour, it also represented an eleven hour committment to sleep. This time I slept through Ralph Nader on the Colbert Report. And it's killing me, because the web site video clip of the interview is one of two out of six or seven that for some reason don't display properly.
Suffering from Dutch hip-hop withdrawl, I sent an e-mail off to rapper Riza (with an i), asking how I could, from the states, get my hands on the song and video of his latest hit, "Ik & Ali B", which was all over "The Box", and MTV owned music channel in the Netherlands.
Just a few short weeks after caving in to pressure from Scientologists to pull the relevant episode, Comedy Central has refused to allow South Park to show the prophet Muhammed. What a bunch of jerks.
What does this tell us aboot the English? That they're very generous regarding unpaid utility bills, or that they should call their relatives more often?
Leaving the hostel, walking to the square to the shuttle to the airport to the Netherlands.
Half past midnight in Praha. In about three hours I've got to get ready to make arrangements to get to the airport to get on a plane back to Amsterdam.
It's the middle of the night in Prague, it's cold and there's a drizzle. If they light up the castle at night, they don't leave it lit this late. It's really something to be walking the crooked alleyways in the dark and hear a chorus of chuchbells ringing the hour from five directions at once.
I felt the need to use das internet to look up the baseball standings (I'm wearing my hey-I'm-an-American-a-hole Red Sox jacket thru Europe...actually saw two others wearing Red Sox in `sterdam `sterday, and 0 yankee fans because apparently they have sense enough not to wear this shit in Europe) ... and was thrilled to discover Boston in first place, New York in last (except for the Mets, who were also in first) and Milwaukee and Detroit undefeated. Hooray!
So yesterday I spent in Amsterdam. Probably the same today.