Whoah, last night was just too much for me. Mark and I met Norman and Uva (another guy from work) at the University of Munich, where there was a party going down, a once per year thing. I think there must have been about five thousand people there. It was filled to the point of overflowing and we had to wait in line for about an hour just to get in.
Once in, we commenced with the drinking and dancing. There were supposed to be four different bands playing there but I only saw one. We moved from room to room, each one playing a different kind of music, and eventually settled down in the "pop" room (I think), where I commenced to get even drunker so that beyond about 3 am there are big gaps in my memory. Apparently Mark and I took a taxi part of the way home (do not remember any of this). I recall walking from the S-Bahn station in Ottobrunn to Startlodge; it was already light outside. What is normally a 10 minute walk seemed like 10 seconds. Do not remember getting into bed, or slamming doors, although Claudia remembered this detail quite well and chided me about it when I woke up. They said my alarm clock went off for an hour straight this morning. I never heard it. Eventually it must have realized that I was in a deep drunken slumber and just given up. When I finally did roll out of bed, both Mattias and Holger greeted me with "Oh, you're alive."
Yes, I'm alive, though I have to admit I've felt more alive on other occasions. It will probably take me all day to recover.
Definitely, this was the drunkest I've ever been. Only my 21st birthday comes close. Still, I remember nearly everything from that night, and last night there were many things which supposedly happened but do not exist in my version of reality. Where did these moments go? Was I aware of them but not making memories out of them, or was I not even aware of them at the time? Does my brain omit them only when I try to remember, or did it omit them to begin with? It is impossible to know.
It was too much.
Posted by Alan at July 6, 2002 07:29 PM