so dear readers… when we left our intrepid hero, he was… “going slowly batty 40 miles east of…cin…cin…nati…” (name that reference, folks! if you do you win a fabulous prize and oodles of my respect!). actually, replace cincinnati with chicago and you’ll get the general idea… 
now… since the last post… wonderful and exciting things have happened to said hero:
i went to see a fantastically wonderful movie. (Juno)
i went to one of my favourite places in the city (Samah, the hookah bar off belmont)
i got to see some of my friends (nick, kevin, chia, ashley, charlie)
i went to a RIDICULOUSLY bourgie (a shortened form of “bourgeois” pronounced “booh-zhee) party last night on the gold coast
i got to spend most of the day with my best friend (charlie)
so yeah… things are lookin’ up! especially since tomorrow is new years eve and i *actually* have plans! training it into the city tomorrow afternoon, grabbing dinner with the best friends, hanging out around belmont/clark area, and then going to a (what is being predicted to be a “kick-ass”) party hosted by two of my favourite ladies.
and no… i didnt go on my date tonight… there were some transportational difficulties, but… it has been rescheduled to thursday! 
…and i know this sounds really sappy and kindof weird, especially coming from me… but i *really* like him.
::sigh::
now… the main thing i want to relate to all you out in blog-reader-land is the sheeeeeer hilarity that was last night.
now… let me paint a picture…
imagine earl (me)… now im pretty “interesting” looking (to put it nicely). ive got a white/blonde mohawk, lip ring, an… “intimidating” size, and im asian. for those of you who dont know me… in social situations/parties/fun gatherings, im rather outspoken, entertaining, loud, silly, and quite often become the center of attention (what?! im a theatre kid… i cant help it…)
now… in your minds eye… picture me at a party on the gold coast in chicago, in a fancy apartment on lake shore drive, overlooking lake michigan, and seeming *almost* completely out of place.
now tweak it a little, and imagine me in a room filled with rich, mousy, incredibly awkward, white (many of them jewish), privileged as FUCK north shore chicago suburbian neo-yuppies.
oh yeah… this really happened.
present at this party, there is an entire spectrum of people… from the girl sitting on the couch, who i think was *actually* frightened by my being in attendance at this party, to the guy who kept looking over and giving charlie and myself dirty looks, to the fantastically drunken and absolutely fabulous hostess of this terribly awkward shindig, molly.
molly is the epitome of “chicago-north-shore-rich-jewish-american-princess”… and yet not, at the same time. she’s a fun loving sorority sister (as well as everything that the title emplies) and simultaneously she is a talented artist/graphic designer who always does things “her way”.
annnyways… it was a fantastic character study and look into the world that i so vehemently wanted out of that i had to leave the country…
it was also a good reminder that boulder is *such* a bubble. people in the real world dont *really* care what your name is and dont expect you to remember theirs… nor do they care to introduce themselves or even engage you in conversation. people also get frightened when you *do* remember their name and try to engage in conversation… apparently i missed the memo that its socially acceptable to just look aloof and apathetic while you slowly drink yourself into oblivion in a roomful of people you arent going to talk to.
…i guess i reaaaaallly missing out on alot of stuff living in boulder…
moral of the story: surreal and hilarious experiences seem to make up most of my life…
::sigh::
