Last night I went to a house party in my neighborhood to see Pong because my friend Larry plays in them and they're fun as hell to watch.
The party turned out to be a fund-raiser. I knew it had something to do with a new architecture magazine put out by UT students, but I thought it was a launch party or something. Actually, I don't know what I thought, but when I was asked for ten dollars at the door, I thought they were joking. I sarcastically said I left my wallet at home and kept going through the door. Then I saw the box of cash. Oops. Luckily everyone on the porch was drunk and nice, so they let me in for free anyway.
It was a weird party. I knew about three people there, and everyone I didn't know seemed either really drunk or really bored.
Toward the beginning of the set, someone in the band, I think Larry, said he loved design. The architecture students loved it. Everyone cheered.
Then Larry said he loved Target for bringing design back to the people. Yeah! The architecture students didn't love that quite as much. Everyone got pretty quiet, except for--I swear--the crickets. Chirp. Chirp. Chirp. Fortunately they started a song immediately after that, so nobody heard me giggling.
The show was good, and people seemed into it. But I'd felt horribly awkward from the minute I walked in, so I didn't stick around for very long after they stopped playing.
The fund-raiser I went to today was much better: Eric and went to the Satanist booksale and got a big stack of books for $15. (They're not really Satanists, but I think you'll agree that "Aleister Crowley-affiliated Gnostic Order booksale" isn't nearly as fun to write.)
I didn't know the booksale was a fund-raiser, either, until we walked up and saw the sign advertising it as such. And I didn't know what it was a fund-raiser for until we walked into the back room and saw a bunch of banners with pentagrams and renderings of that scary goat guy.
Anyway, those were my good works for the weekend: mooching beer and buying cheap paperbacks. It feels good to give something back, you know? Now if Eric ever wakes up from his nap, we can celebrate our altruism by going out to dinner and to see Shaun of the Dead.