I must have had a lot to drink last night.
No wait, scratch that. I think I just forgot to eat last night. I don't think I had more than 3 pints of beer, and that's really not much. I should remember to eat.
Anyway I was walking home, listening to music with my headphones, and I decided to sit at North Gate and just... take a little rest. So I sat there for a while, drunk as can be, and just stared at the stars and listened.
I could tell I was very drunk because when I closed my eyes I could feel the earth spin. Maybe it was me. Whatever.
I decided I didn't want to go home. So I went for a walk. I walked across campus with a vague notion of going to The Bears Lair... or maybe to Ashby House. Yeah, I must have been drunk. I wandered through campus in a straight line, ignoring the paths (which were making me dizzy) and heading South. I made it to Telegraph and decided I didn't really want to deal with the assorted south Berkeley crowd. Not drunk. With my camera in my bag. So I turned around and headed back up through Sproul (sp?) as the crow flies. It was foggy all night, and there were haloed lights everywhere. Or maybe my eyes were glazed over and crossed. Who knows.
At any rate, it was beautiful. It was as close as I've gotten, and I'm getting closer daily, to adventure. I'm glad I did something random. Something outside. Something not computer. I'm glad I felt like I used to when I was bussing around the country.
But this hangover's a bitch.
Posted by Matt at March 26, 2003 08:13 AM