Another day, another hangover.
We went to
milwaukee this weekend. I have no idea why.
We were told that it wasn't the most happening place.
I wanted to go to
Chicago but some people in
the group
were getting
stroppy about sticking together so I
went along with the flow.
Milwaukee was everything we were warned it would be. It was
saturday night
and the place was a ghost town. It reminded me somewhat of
Canberra. We ended up
in some bar that was doing its best to be
funky but was
failing miserably. The couches
were freshly upholstered
velvet, the rest of the decor looked like the
lobby of
a Great Western, there was loud
Rumpshaka music, there was a buffet. I felt like I was
in a
wedding reception. Eventually It got too much and I talked a couple of the others
into looking for a place to dance. This made me
unpopular with some. Apparently we were
supposed to enjoy
hangin out with
the group and hence not care where we were.
I dont bother to explain that
I don't like people
My
misanthropy has getting steadily stronger over the last couple of days. I have
contempt
for everything and everyone. The whole damn town irritated me. We ended up in a club that
I would not have set foot in anywhere else. Full of conventionally dressed drunk
lascivious people
drinking novelty drinks from
syringes and
test tubes.
Shudder. Some
insecure idiot
tried to pick a fight with me. I briefly contemplated hurting him badly but his whole
'
dont be disrespecting me' routine was too pathetic to even hold my attention for long.
We arrive back at the hotel at about
3am since the whole town has
shut down and there
is nowhere else to go. My from here on is a little disjointed due to
extreme drunkeness....
I am in the
bathroom brushing my teeth with one of the girls in our room...
blank bit...
we are still in the bathroom. We are
kissing. I am just
going through the motions...
blank bit...
I am
sitting on the toilet crying. She is asking
what is wrong.
I don't tell her but somehow she figures it out. She tells me
it will all work out.
I don't agree but I tell her I do for her benefit.
The next day the others who stayed at the bar won't shut up about last night. Apparently they
had a great time
dancing on the bar and are so
glad we came to Milwakee. I have never
seen such a classic case of
cognitive dissonance.
Later that day we drive through some of
the
residential areas.
manicured lawns,
landscaped gardens,
attractive brick housing,
the
american flag flying in the front yard. It all
fills me with an emptiness I can not describe.
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