When you have a hangover you will know it

This time next week I will be flying over Utah going forward to my sweet home (which is, by the way, a rather abstract construction right now, but hopefully daft will help me to make it real). This time next month will be the after-St-Patrick-sunday morning so I guess I will be sleeping in that imaginary sweet home. This time next year, it is too hard to predict. Most probably, will be on my way to Hamilton, perhaps riding my own bike, we will see...

This time last year was the first morning, after Jelena arrived in ireland. At that time I was teasing her for her making healthy food and practicing ownership over me in her strange way. Being as lonely as I am now, I wish I had the same owner and eating the same healthy food right now ;-) This time last month, I was watching Ana and Novak finding their way to the semifinals of the AO. This time last week I still didn't know how hangover feels like...

Ok, few weeks ago I thought I might have had it. However, I wasn't sure which means I didn't have it. When you have a hangover you know you have a hangover (the analogy with orgasm is obvious). In what follows, I will talk about my first hangover...

Last Saturday, I visited my high school friend, Isidora. We never hanged out when we were high school, although we know each other since 1994 or something. This was partially because we were nerds and didn't go out frequently, but also because she was too smart for all of us losers ;-) She lives in the US for 9 years, but she didn't change much since we finished high school (she probably wouldn't agree with me, though). After I met all those people I haven't seen for 5+ years I can say for sure that people change very slowly, and I just wonder when will us (late-twenties people) transform our teenage minds into grumpy-old-man's minds?

Then after we gossiped about our common friends, and ate some Thai food (you know much I like ethnic foods ;-) we headed towards place where Isidora's friends made a party. Funny thing about that place was that I had a history with one of the girls living there who is by some incredible coincidence also Isidora's officemate.

The party was made up mainly by stanford grad students, so I tried to behave. And I succeeded during first half an hour, after which alcohol started to reveal good-old-smalltalk-master me. The good thing is that most of people at the party were very relaxed version of erasmus people. The bad thing was that I drunk unknown drinks which means that I couldn't predict how long I could last. So the day after I felt drunk, thirsty, unable to walk or do anything meaningful.

Later this week, I visited BEARS conference at Berkeley. It was a great fun, plenty smart people and many jokes about palo-alto-junior-college. The BEARS is an annual meeting, where berkeley guys bring people from industry to squeeze some money for research, and from what I saw, it seems they are doing good.

I noticed that this blog is very incoherent, but whatever, I dont think anyone cares. Now need to go to sleep. Take it easy, and avoid hangovers this weekend...