Some "Noiriversary" that was...

Oh well, that didn't quite go like I planned it.

And I planned for a little while now that I'd celebrate the first anniversary (a couple of days early, though) of my aquisition of the Noir box set by trying to reproduce the original event. It started off pretty similiarly; the same chilly drizzle, the eager anticipation...

But then I guess I got a little too, uh, enthusiastic with respect to the different kinds of saki I bought to go with the sushi take-out from Wegmans. I never even got to the Chincano Anejo, but the array of "dead soldiers" of wasabi-encrusted sushi plates, saki bottles, Guinness cans, and half-bottle of Bushmills that I found on my countertop the next morning attest to the near-Hunter-Thompsonian carnage that must have ensued somewhere after episode 11 and before I came to in my bed the next morning.

I really only have memory fragments. Somehow I made it to disk 7, as that's what's in the player still. But how I got there, how late I managed to stay up doing it, and how I manged to neatly get everything stacked up in the kitchen and get to bed totally escapes me.

Which is kind of too bad. While I was never really prone to "blackouts", still, this would have been called a "successful" party in my younger days. But these days, I'm a bit too old for that kind of "overdoing it". And I spent all day Sunday paying for it, as you can well imagine. I suppose any of you former psychology students out there might be able to draw connections between my binge-behavior of marathoning the episodes with the expression of that binge in sushi-and-saki form and all the other mumbo-jumbo that goes along with it, and you may have a point.

And that all said, I still haven't acheived a proper "Noiriversary" celebration. I may have technically "watched" all of it, but I sure as heck didn't "see" all of it. It's completely unsatisfying and unsatisfactory to me.

So I guess I'm going to have to try again next weekend! Heh.

EDIT: Or maybe tonight... Hmmm...