Maybe it was the sake. The combination of warm rice wine and Kirin Ichiban has been known to have mind altering effects. Awakening Saturday morning to 2 dozen bagels and mysterious stains all over the walls and ceiling of my apartment with the “Sake Sake Sake Bomb” praise chorus ringing in my ears, I knew that something had run awry.
Sake spawned a impromptu rave, but only one person could have been at the root of turning off the lights, cutting open dozens of glowsticks, and spraying them all over the apartment. The apartment was full of the usual suspects, but a thorough crime scene investigation had all warrants for arrest pointing at me. I have no defense. The neon goo that is still being located in sketchy and random spots throughout the apartment may be inconvenient (re: my poor toothbrush), but if jumping around to Miley Cyrus at 11 pm on a Friday night in a dark room covered in neon splatter with great friends is wrong, I don’t want to be right.
Bad decisions make good stories.