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Monday, October 23, 2006

Forgettances of Parties Past

posted by on October 23 at 10:31 AM

There is a lot I don’t remember about Saturday night’s Genius Awards. Like precisely how many drinks I had. And what I said when I introduced the theater winner Jennifer Zeyl.

But, of what little I do remember, these are my favorites, in roughly chronological order.

5. Simultaneously interviewing James Longley and Lane Czaplinski in the elevator at the Henry (video forthcoming).

4. Taking a sip of champagne out of Jennifer Zeyl’s golden Genius goblet.

3. Jonathan Raban’s blush-inducing acceptance speech in which he said all kinds of nice things about The Stranger.

2. Talking with Professor Donald Zeyl (Google hits: 336), father of Jennifer Zeyl (Google hits: 390). Prof. Zeyl is a translator and scholar of classical philosophy, particularly Plato (Google hits: 27,500,000) and suggested I read Socrates: Ironist and Moral Philosopher by Gregory Vlastos, who applied the methods of analytic philosophy to the Platonic dialogues, transforming the verbal arguments into symbol logic to see if they were valid. Most of them were. He also said a lot of other things that went right over my head.

1. And later, much later, after my tie was off and I’d gotten in a slapping contest with several unwilling (but tolerant) contenders, I tried (and failed) to shotgun a beer. On a lawn. With a dozen people watching.

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you said "fucking" about 7 times. good job!

Posted by coworker | October 23, 2006 12:39 PM

Brendan, there's something important you're forgetting.

Posted by SEAN NELSON, EMERITUS | October 23, 2006 12:42 PM

Why oh why is there no video footage of you trying to shotgun a beer? Now that's something I want to see....

Posted by Nay | October 23, 2006 1:53 PM

You know, now that nay mentions it... the visual image of Kiley shotgunning a beer IS hilarious, great entertainment! If only footage existed....

Posted by Gomez | October 23, 2006 2:40 PM

And they were SILVER goblets, unless my eyes totally deceived me...

Posted by COMTE | October 23, 2006 3:05 PM

Brendan your attempt at shotgunning a beer sounds like your attempt to shoot a squirrel...How did you make it this long with out shotgunning at least 50 beers???

Posted by an observer | October 23, 2006 3:14 PM

Observer: Easy.

Comte: You're right. Gold.

And dear Sean: Forgive the omission—I will never forget our tender parting kiss.

Posted by Brendan Kiley | October 23, 2006 3:15 PM

Um Brendan, are you saying "I'm right" as in, "yes, they were silver", or "I'm right" as in, "yes, my eyes DID deceive me"?

Because, if it's the latter, then my phone-cam is colorblind as well.

Posted by COMTE | October 23, 2006 5:00 PM

Sorry. I meant "you're right, silver."

Posted by Brendan Kiley | October 23, 2006 5:04 PM

Whew! Because, for a minute there I was beginning to think I'd been drunker than you were!

Posted by COMTE | October 23, 2006 6:00 PM

I can't believe I left before someone started playing the slapping game! I was the female champ of that in college. I could take you, Brendan, any drunk day of the week.

Posted by Davida | October 23, 2006 6:29 PM

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