Life Is Like a Box of Chocolate

They don't call hangover a creative state of mind for nothing. I've had all sorts of strange ideas all day long.

But let's start at the beginning. There was the smallest SCA event ever on Saturday, the Hucca Spring Ball. I went there for a few hours only (I had to go to work for the day), but a) I got to strut around in my ab fab medieval attire, which does good to one's mental health b) met new people, and c) got to see people dance equally ab fab medieval / renaissance dances. There was also an excellent Arabian style buffet, and I'm sure I'd have enjoyed the food immensely had I been able to taste anything. (Yes, the goddamn flu is still here. I went to the doctor on Saturday and got more medicine. If that doesn't help, I'm going to sue the universe).

But anyway, the event meant that good friends A & D from Turku were here, so naturally after the event we changed quickly into a more suitable attire and headed out to experience the Helsinki nightlife. We went into a superhero-themed bar where the drinks ended up arriving literally in buckets. My doctor told me to drink a lot but I'm pretty sure that wasn't exactly what she had in mind...

Hence my funny mood.

It's just that with this never-ending flu going on, I feel my IQ has dropped at least by a half. I'm slow on the uptake, say idiotic things and generally behave like a moron, at least that how it feels. My superego is on a holiday due to the continued stress of trying to run things normally despite all information intake devices being blocked with snot, and the moronic subconscious is in charge. In other words, the self currently programming my brain is the one that wears a rubber glove on her head, my identical twit, so to speak. This is also the point where I really envy my academically educated friends for having the proper words for explaining things (I admit it, dammit, I do envy you you intelligent, smart and fabulous lot!).

This afternoon, however, I woke up with a totally new and horrible idea. Maybe I am looking at things from a wrong direction. Maybe being ill hasn't temporarily affected my IQ, maybe I really am a retard and haven't realized it myself until the hangover helped me see things clearly for the first time. I only hope that either I'll gain full control of my brain again some day or at least the illusion of intelligence returns. If I truly am a moron, I don't want to know about it.

The moral of the story is: The first bucketful of alcohol is OK, but if you are about to share another, make sure you haven't downed any shots called "Lobo" earlier. Otherwise, be prepared for a very strange day.



Track choices for today:
OOMPH!: Die Maske. Appropriate lyrics.
KMFDM: Sturm & Drang and Preach/Pervert. The nice postal person brought me couple of their CD's and me likes them a lot. Good industrial band.
Rammstein: Sehnsucht. For some reason I can't control my boogie to the beat-reaction whenever I hear this song.
Been also watching the In Extremo videos so kindly provided by the band in their website (the link is in the end of the previous entry). I don't know whether to thank the person who introduced this band to me or blame her for making me spend more money on music :)
Whoever said that bagpipes were the medieval equivalent of the electric guitar was absolutely correct.