International Hug Day/Santa's List Day/Cookie Day/Wear Brown Shoes Day/Christmas Parade (New York)
2005-12-04 @ 11:30 p.m.

Clubbing at Chinablack last night seemed so pointless, and the people I went with told me not a few times that I looked really bored. I hated the music they were playing. I hated the smoke. Was grumbling to Eugene all the time, who got turned away because he was wearing bermudas. Well, at least now I know I don't like Chinablack, and possibly, clubbing in general. I will pass my verdict on pubbing tomorrow after paying a visit to Eski Bar. That said, saw a few familiar faces at Chinablack - Isaac, whom I haven't seen since he graduated from RJC, Titus, whom I haven't seen since he lasted played at main service for Uncle William, Gabriel, whom I last saw outside Big O at Wheelock months ago, and random people from my senior class. David was there apparently, but he only arrived after I'd left. Spent the afternoon looking for prom clothes, without much success. Finally settled on something after heading to Suntec, whereupon Eugene and I collapsed into two seats at Starbucks and spent hours there. He was constructing a new alphabet, while I was alternating between Barnes's Flaubert's Parrot and Ishiguro's The Unconsoled. (I'm very pleased at how Kinokuniya seems to stock a different Barnes novel each time I stop by!) Tried to write a poem, made four attempts in fact. They all sounded hackneyed and stilted, so I gave up. Should I wear a t-shirt under my blazer, which Shirley assures me is cool, or a proper shirt, which is less likely to lead to a sartorial faux pas? Comments welcome.