where's waldo?

when i was in college, i did a lot of acid.  and ecstasy.  and... well, you get the point.  it was the very early 90s and it was a different scene then.  during the week i was an intense, nerdy history major.   by thursday night i was ready to get lost in my mind for a couple days and just have fun.   one game we would play at the clubs was "where's waldo".   it seems goofy and stupid right now, but at the time someone running around the club in a red and white stripped stocking hat was great fun.  

anyways, when i saw the picture above from this weekend (no drugs involved, for the record) i had to do a double take on how my size just blends into the dance floor.  and of course my stripped shirt also reminded me of the good ole waldo days...

incredible.   at the point i barely recognize myself.  freaky.  overwhelming.   mildly exhilarating.

one more view....

and another...