Tonight I had one of those weird flashes where I’m momentarily unrecognizable to myself. It was purely aesthetic. Emotionally, intellectually I’m where I usually sit.
Damon and I are watching episode after episode of Homicide: Season 4. I had to go to the bathroom and decided to rush rather than hit the pause button. So I ran down the hallway and did a Risky Business slide into the bathroom. As I flashed past the mirror I caught sight of my reflection. My cheeks were ruddy and my hair was hanging in a way it usually doesn’t, straight and across one cheek. The beer and the slide must have worked together to bring up the high color, as I’m usually pretty pale. I suddenly looked like those girls at parties who are loud and blowsy. 20 seconds later I walked past the mirror again and the face I always see looked back at me. Just that fast, I was back.
jaysaint 
Posted by electricrocket on February 14, 2006 at 11:45 am
I believe the explanation lies in the Risky Business slide. For a few moments, it caused you to become a scientologist.
Posted by jaysaint on February 16, 2006 at 2:05 am
There are fewer things I would less want to be, even for a few moments.
Posted by electricrocket on February 16, 2006 at 2:15 am
Ah, then we’ve learned our lesson, haven’t we?
No sliding in our underwear, it leads to ridiculous religious beliefs.
Sliding fully-clothed, however, leads to a gold medal in the luge.
Posted by jaysaint on February 16, 2006 at 2:37 am
I think I’ve got it now.