Jason Driskill

Have I mentioned that 2008 is going to be even better than 2007? I know I haven’t posted any of my New Year’s Resolutions, one of which is to actually sit down and compose a few, at least some of the professional stuff, like how many shows I want to be in, or how many “personal development” lines I want to add to my resume. But also some things like traveling, making a new friend in San Francisco, and perhaps dating.

So far January has been extremely nice to me. Last weekend was my Winter Review for school. How did it go? It went very well. My projects were in-progress but effectively conveyed the direction that I’m continuing to pursue. Having completed my Winter Review alleviated so much stress - I was amazed at how much tension I’d been accruing over the past few months in anticipation of presenting my self-guided work to the panel. It wasn’t a fear of the panel; rather it was me being a little too hard on myself for what I expect to accomplish in a semester. We’re our own worst critic, and when I finally realized that I’m exactly where I need to be in terms of mid-winter progress (thank you Margaret) I was able to take a deep breath and present my work with confidence and a level-head. I didn’t stammer /stutter once, and I remembered to smile.

Riding on the coat tales of the Winter Review, this past weekend turned out to be just as AWESOME (so awesome that all caps are completely necessary to describe it). My roommates and I had a fun excursion to Target in San Bruno ( a mere 20 minute ride on the BART takes you right to their front door) and got some much needed household items that are less-convenient or more expensive to get in the city. Like Scrubbing Bubbles for only 2.99 instead of 8.99 at Walgreens. And new bath towels for the bathroom to replace our ugly old beige towels. And other stuff, I forget… It was just fun to step into the suburbs for a few hours. And the two-story Target that we visited has an escalator fixture that transports the carts from one floor to the next, kind of like a ski-lift. It was truly a magnificent day.

And that evening we went out clubbing to this club called “The End Up” because apparently after you party everywhere else, you end up at “The End Up.” And it has the obvious sexual connotation to having your ass in the air… I’m assuming that’s intentional. No matter. It’s a favorite venue of my roommates, who enjoy going out on the weekends more often than me, and the End Up has some really good DJ’s, it seems.

Finally after some of the other stresses of my life have subsided, I was able to relax and enjoy myself. I danced and drank, and had a very good time. And a hot guy came up and talked to me! Wow - that never happens! And his name, (I kid you not) is Hung! Wow! - that’s so amazing! And we were both drunk and pretty much shy, and I sat down with my roommate for a second so I could throw up a shot of room-temperature gin that went down wrong. When I looked up, Hung was gone. Oh no!

And I walked home from “The End Up” about fifteen long city blocks. I got home around 4 in the morning and before passing out I posted a desperate line on Craig’s list “to Hung from Jason” under the “missed connections” section.

Sunday I woke up, horrified that I had done anything so desperate, and I deleted my post.

Sunday afternoon I was so regretful that I hadn’t got Hung’s phone number that I un-deleted my post (thank you Craigslist!). And today I got an email from him :

Hey hey sorry it was a blurry drunk night…. I didn’t remember much. I took off a lot..even my friends said that I kept disappearing. It was nice meeting you. Sorry I didn’t say good bye. But we can totally hang out again. Your next drink on me… any plans for this weekend?

Hung.. your new drunk friend haha
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Hung

And this evening when I get home I’ll post a picture of as much of Hung that I can recall through my drunken haze. I can guarantee that my meager cartooning skills won’t do the young man justice.