sundazed and possibly confused. no definitely confused.
there's trails of cloud across the sky outside my window - which sounds a bit like daydreamy pap, but i have to say, when the sun spills across your bedroom, you can't help but get a bit melo-poetic. of course, i wish i felt as chipper as the day looks - the amount of social butterflying has taken its toll on my fresh-faced energy. and so i sit, piecing together various incidents and in betweens from the last few days, hair slicked back into a lank ponytail, eyeliner smudged 'neath my tired eyes.
it was a weekend of engagements. not of the diamond ring variety - the ones where you arrange to meet someone somewhere somehow to do something. friday started off with beers and cheers and more than a few jeers, then moved to the neighborhood mcdonalds for some adolescent sustenance, then onwards to the concord cafe, where we pretended to be cultured, but really were just silly. a band crooned in the corner, and everyone hushed to rapt silence. that was our cue to leave, as silliness doesn't mix well with sincerity. off we went into the night. and into a cab that whisked us off to a house party where we posed for pictures with a large, pink stuffed fish. yes, it really was that surreal. next up was hemingways to meet up with a friend i hadn't seen in oh, twelve years. gone are her braces, and my thrift store army pants, replaced by black dresses and shiny hair, but the laughs were still the same - loud, unabashed waves of cackling. after, at a point in the night where you should really call it a night, we decided it would be a good idea to stop in at a random after hours party. and so, we stumbled into a basement full of smoke and hipsters. and not surprisingly, i stumbled out pretty quickly. my stamina for such things is limited, and people striking cool poses and exhaling smoke out their noses is a bit tedious. so there ended an evening of strange cross-city adventures.
saturday was less random, perhaps - but still quite frenzied and fun. a dinner party with lovely friends, full of aragula and shaved parmesan and bbq and red wine, laughter to the point of tears, especially when a chair collapsed during an anecdote about a chair collapsing, and possibly some living room dancing. so good were the times, that we didn't notice the inevitable passing of time, and so we missed the show we were supposed to attend. and so, we headed one block east to a birthday party on a roof, where we sipped lowenbraus and snapped photographs on some unsuspecting camera. or rather, on a camerea belonging to some unsuspecting fellow. he's in for a bit of a shock when he gets those developed (yes, some people apparently still use film!) and sees a bunch of girls hamming it up.
and now it is sunday sunday, my favourite day to wax on and on and off and off. it was a doozy weekend. and now i am woozy. my mind is a vacant lot. yes, i just wrote that. and you know what? it's a pretty good analogy. at least for the moment. because there are many, many (too many, really) things cluttering my head, but right now, i am too stupid to think about any of them. so i'll sit here with my headphones on, clattering away at the keys, waiting for monday to come and take me away.
there's trails of cloud across the sky outside my window - which sounds a bit like daydreamy pap, but i have to say, when the sun spills across your bedroom, you can't help but get a bit melo-poetic. of course, i wish i felt as chipper as the day looks - the amount of social butterflying has taken its toll on my fresh-faced energy. and so i sit, piecing together various incidents and in betweens from the last few days, hair slicked back into a lank ponytail, eyeliner smudged 'neath my tired eyes.
it was a weekend of engagements. not of the diamond ring variety - the ones where you arrange to meet someone somewhere somehow to do something. friday started off with beers and cheers and more than a few jeers, then moved to the neighborhood mcdonalds for some adolescent sustenance, then onwards to the concord cafe, where we pretended to be cultured, but really were just silly. a band crooned in the corner, and everyone hushed to rapt silence. that was our cue to leave, as silliness doesn't mix well with sincerity. off we went into the night. and into a cab that whisked us off to a house party where we posed for pictures with a large, pink stuffed fish. yes, it really was that surreal. next up was hemingways to meet up with a friend i hadn't seen in oh, twelve years. gone are her braces, and my thrift store army pants, replaced by black dresses and shiny hair, but the laughs were still the same - loud, unabashed waves of cackling. after, at a point in the night where you should really call it a night, we decided it would be a good idea to stop in at a random after hours party. and so, we stumbled into a basement full of smoke and hipsters. and not surprisingly, i stumbled out pretty quickly. my stamina for such things is limited, and people striking cool poses and exhaling smoke out their noses is a bit tedious. so there ended an evening of strange cross-city adventures.
saturday was less random, perhaps - but still quite frenzied and fun. a dinner party with lovely friends, full of aragula and shaved parmesan and bbq and red wine, laughter to the point of tears, especially when a chair collapsed during an anecdote about a chair collapsing, and possibly some living room dancing. so good were the times, that we didn't notice the inevitable passing of time, and so we missed the show we were supposed to attend. and so, we headed one block east to a birthday party on a roof, where we sipped lowenbraus and snapped photographs on some unsuspecting camera. or rather, on a camerea belonging to some unsuspecting fellow. he's in for a bit of a shock when he gets those developed (yes, some people apparently still use film!) and sees a bunch of girls hamming it up.
and now it is sunday sunday, my favourite day to wax on and on and off and off. it was a doozy weekend. and now i am woozy. my mind is a vacant lot. yes, i just wrote that. and you know what? it's a pretty good analogy. at least for the moment. because there are many, many (too many, really) things cluttering my head, but right now, i am too stupid to think about any of them. so i'll sit here with my headphones on, clattering away at the keys, waiting for monday to come and take me away.
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