the entry about getting back on track

after a perilously deciduous week of decadence (e.g. sleeping right past noon), i decided enough was enough. being terminally single, it generally meant that i was legally bound to attend all the parties available, wherever, whenever and whatever. it was no doubt a daunting affair, considering that i used to come with a relational appendage for the past five years. however, after almost two months of complete inertia on my part, it dawned on me that my desire of trying to be an observer of life was actually keeping me from having one. so i gave a swift nod when my friend kenneth invited me to his house for an evening of alcoholic corruption.

dubbed "a tupperware party", the soiree was somewhat different from the rest for the mere fact that one could shop whilst getting drunk. apparently, the host for the evening had invited a close friend who owns a merchandising arm in europe. the apparels that were brought in featured previous seasons of y-3, fred perry, dsquared, neil barrett and kris van assche. i felt a pang of motivation to be promptly on time for the party.

once there, i didn't know what to expect of the guests because my mind suddenly wasn't focused on them anymore. the agenda for the evening had suddenly switched to garb ransacking instead of what i had originally fashioned (no pun intended). opting for plan b was certainly the easy way out of avoiding repeating the dreaded rite of passage of introducing oneself and formulating responses that marked of dry wittiness and spontaneous humor.

by the umpteenth glass of vodka cocktail, i was out of the place with my new purchases and no one in tow. i had broken the cardinal rule of single-dom. i had abandoned all opportunities of introductions, flirtations and possibly consummations when they presented themselves. maybe it might take a while more for me to adjust to being single. meanwhile, i am still pretty contented with my apparel acquisitions.

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