9.16.2008
Last night.
Long drive.
Volleyball congregation.
Chipwich bets.
Blue Moon.
PJ Sta. pick-up.
Back roads.
Soup's On.
Saltine eating contest.
Run-ins.
Apt over port.
Stir-fry.
Pie.
Cigarettes.
Candy liquor.
Tequila.
Photographs.
Joni Mitchell.
Arcade Fire.
Radiohead on vinyl.
Candy cookies.
Keyboard dance party.
Scotty, Kiesha, Pedro, Ian, Erik, Stephan, Stelios, Kevin.
Good times with old friends.
Volleyball congregation.
Chipwich bets.
Blue Moon.
PJ Sta. pick-up.
Back roads.
Soup's On.
Saltine eating contest.
Run-ins.
Apt over port.
Stir-fry.
Pie.
Cigarettes.
Candy liquor.
Tequila.
Photographs.
Joni Mitchell.
Arcade Fire.
Radiohead on vinyl.
Candy cookies.
Keyboard dance party.
Scotty, Kiesha, Pedro, Ian, Erik, Stephan, Stelios, Kevin.
Good times with old friends.
9.15.2008
I suppose I should sum up this weekend.
But I hate looking back on summary posts with dread, so instead I shall make a cryptic compilation of words that I won't even be able to decode in a week or so.
Here goes nothing.
G-chattatatating in the shower. frozen snowman. 6:44 train to Penn. Brickbreaker high scores. olesya and her roses. 34th & 7th. walking downtown. catching a cab. going on a wild goose hunt for some beatnicks. ending up in the west village? walk to soho? where the hell were we? at least we had an umbrella. Ryan, Justin, Marlon. on a bench outside of NoLita. Beer, vodka, beer, dog at the bar. photo session out on the street. attempt at hailing a cab for 5. subway. Williamsburg. lost? found. 10 blocks south. party at maxie graces. S 5th. $5. music. art. booze. got some chicks number. steph. she worked at a salon that specialized in brazilian straightening. odd. fun. dancing. drinking. dancing. dmitri, scotty, kiesha, ian, aleks, brendan. meeting up at Sea. walking back down to the car. falling asleep mid-sentence as scott drove me home.
hangover. work at the yarn store. stories. exhaustion. two requests to get back to the city. party. dinner. two russians. home. long walk with dylan. telephone conversations galore. nap. leggings. white wine. bleach. bathroom scrub down. couch. movie. Central Station. Brazilian. learning portugese. bed.
internship. salmon pink smock. one gray haired man, alone, in his wheel chair, in front of the altar, in the dark, staring up at the image of christ. moved me to tears. psycho troll lady kept making her way into the rec room. first time i've ever felt fear at a nursing home. i felt like she had a message for me. with her pussy eyes and persistence. belly ache. burrito. caffeine. art therapy. monet. mom's for dinner. holding my nephew is the best thing ever. pasta. sauce. pasta. sauce. bread. candy corns. only the white part. football. bull riding. cigarette. dessert. home. intense walk with dylan. bath. homework. passing out. try again. pass out again. one more time. wake up with the lights on, book in my face, dylan curled up in my belly, middle of the night. with unanswered texts and a pounding headache.
Here goes nothing.
G-chattatatating in the shower. frozen snowman. 6:44 train to Penn. Brickbreaker high scores. olesya and her roses. 34th & 7th. walking downtown. catching a cab. going on a wild goose hunt for some beatnicks. ending up in the west village? walk to soho? where the hell were we? at least we had an umbrella. Ryan, Justin, Marlon. on a bench outside of NoLita. Beer, vodka, beer, dog at the bar. photo session out on the street. attempt at hailing a cab for 5. subway. Williamsburg. lost? found. 10 blocks south. party at maxie graces. S 5th. $5. music. art. booze. got some chicks number. steph. she worked at a salon that specialized in brazilian straightening. odd. fun. dancing. drinking. dancing. dmitri, scotty, kiesha, ian, aleks, brendan. meeting up at Sea. walking back down to the car. falling asleep mid-sentence as scott drove me home.
hangover. work at the yarn store. stories. exhaustion. two requests to get back to the city. party. dinner. two russians. home. long walk with dylan. telephone conversations galore. nap. leggings. white wine. bleach. bathroom scrub down. couch. movie. Central Station. Brazilian. learning portugese. bed.
internship. salmon pink smock. one gray haired man, alone, in his wheel chair, in front of the altar, in the dark, staring up at the image of christ. moved me to tears. psycho troll lady kept making her way into the rec room. first time i've ever felt fear at a nursing home. i felt like she had a message for me. with her pussy eyes and persistence. belly ache. burrito. caffeine. art therapy. monet. mom's for dinner. holding my nephew is the best thing ever. pasta. sauce. pasta. sauce. bread. candy corns. only the white part. football. bull riding. cigarette. dessert. home. intense walk with dylan. bath. homework. passing out. try again. pass out again. one more time. wake up with the lights on, book in my face, dylan curled up in my belly, middle of the night. with unanswered texts and a pounding headache.
9.12.2008
It's important.
To have friends like Rita. Who listens to your crazy stories and laughs with you, and not directly at you. Who is not afraid to go out and have a drink that we've never even thought of trying before. Who will eat with you until you both have sufficient belly aches. Who will be completely direct and upfront with every single bartender/waiter that overheard our conversation.
We had an incredibly fun night. At the Cheesecake Factory after 4 hours of class, and a half hour of BSing with Christine in the lobby of Hagedorn. Mac's and Cheese. Guacamole. Martini's. Surprise concoctions from Adam, the bartender, who couldn't help but comment on every single thing we talked about.
It's times like that when you realize how lucky you are to have such fun, amazing, outgoing, brilliant friends like Rita.
Love you girl.
We had an incredibly fun night. At the Cheesecake Factory after 4 hours of class, and a half hour of BSing with Christine in the lobby of Hagedorn. Mac's and Cheese. Guacamole. Martini's. Surprise concoctions from Adam, the bartender, who couldn't help but comment on every single thing we talked about.
It's times like that when you realize how lucky you are to have such fun, amazing, outgoing, brilliant friends like Rita.
Love you girl.
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