While we were all standing outside playing with Piper, I noticed that there was a really, really drunk girl sitting up against the building and teetering back and forth. Sensing something magical was about to happen, I made sure to keep my finger on the shutter button. Sure enough, a few minutes later....wait for it....wait for it....
...BAAAAAAAAARF! I managed to catch the impact but was a few seconds too late to catch the actual vom-stream coming out of her mouth. (I guess I'm slipping!).
...a drunk salaryman passed out! Salaryman are white-collar Japanese workers that are essentially overworked wage slaves that are expected to put in ridiculous hours. Every once and a while, they cut loose and hit the town, only to end up totally overdoing it and are famous for falling asleep and/or passing out in the streets in their work clothes.
Things came full circle when Mr. Roh, the director of the entire camp that had instigated the binge-drinking at dinner, passed out on the street outside of the club.
I was happy to see that wanting to pose with drunk, passed-out people is an international phenomenon. The Korean kids posed with Mr. Roh, but covered their faces a bit, so they wouldn't get in trouble. After they were done showing me the "Korean way" to fuck with someone that's passed out, I showed them....
Later that afternoon back at Sarah's apartment (my temporary home for the summer) I had the pleasure of meeting one of Sarah's friends that had recently moved to NYC from California. His name was Baron and right when I met him he was like "I like your web site. What do I have to do to get on it?" I was like "Uh, nothing. Just hang out. I'm sure you'll end up in some pics." He was like, "Nah, I don't want to be in the background. I want some prime time pics. What if I do some crazy shit? Will you take pics of it?" Me: "Suuuuuure!" Without a moment's hesitation, Baron stripped down to his undies. I was like "Yeah, so you're in your undies. Now what?"
Fatty even showed up trashed out of his mind with a bunch of his co-workers! One of them passed out on the infamous couch in the back. (The site of 2004's infamous "Drunk Guy Jenga") And despite her being one of Fatty's co-workers, rules are rules. If you pass out in public, it probably means that...
This kid was wasted. He went to sit down in this chair and just totally and completely missed. He landed flat on his tailbone and decided to just stay down. Ouch.
The guy in the black leather jacket was pretty much the drunkest ambulatory person I've ever seen in my life. All throughout the show he wove his way in and out of the audience, jumping around, spilling drinks and either routing for or heckling the band. (He was so drunk it wasn't clear what he was yelling. Just that he was very enthusiastic about whatever it was he was yelling.)
Sleeping late means that I'd still be wide awake at like 6am in the morning. Rather than bother Meredith, usually I'd sit on her stoop for awhile chain smoking and listening to "trying to calm the fuck down" records and chain-smoking. And occasionally taking, "Whoa, I'm drunk," self-portraits like this one.
...and her drunk friend Arianna (who I think is a shoe-in to win the "Women Who Look Sorta Look Like C.C. DeVille from Poison" Contest"). Awww, c'mon! I'm not saying....
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