friday: bomb party in the villas. i walked in to see a table in the dining room surrounded by the most interesting looking bunch of guys and covered in forties and assorted bottles. danced to van halen with bien and jess and watched marco hit a 9 foot beer bong. yay for manslayer.
friday, cont'd: drive to aaron's house for king's cup and good conversation. head-scratching orgy ensued. smoked pall malls and took pictures with matt the talking head.
friday/saturday, etc.: drove back to first party, to discover it was shut down, at 1 a.m. lame-o's. we know where their priorities lie. aaron did his best impression of a biker after contact with moving car. proceeded to marco's apartment on campus, just the six of us, to drink boxed wine and sing along to bob dylan records. somehow at 6 in the morning we fell asleep on a combination of the couch, coffee table, and two armchairs. pushed together. apparently in my sleep i said, "there are angels inside my head."
saturday: woke up at 11 to throbbing headache and the spins. dining center breakfast with aaron and chris, mixed with patriotic condom antics, followed by romantic movie marathon at chris's apartment. sobered up by 1, started drinking beer at 3. swingers and "baby girl" followed by love actually in hugh grant-lovin' gafiltafish's room.
saturday, plus one hour: muni ride and scary walk due to getting-off-the-m-one-stop-early. thanksgiving dinner at alex's apartment. sweet, sweet aderol and mimosas followed by dance dance revolution (it felt so much like home). patio cigarettes and traffic checking into the wee hours of another party back at the villas. street cred and boxer briefs flew in and out of conversation at the party where, as usual, we were the only girls. yay us. we're so legit these days. after crammed ride offers were rejected and we went seriously underground on the fire escape (it felt so much like last semester), kinsey picked us up on a street corner in his '71 drop top pewter volkswagen beetle. what's with the nostalgia, man?
sunday: woke up to madonna blaring out of the neighbor's speakers at 2 p.m. breakfast at the grind consisted of pepper, onion, olive, and cheddar omelettes covered with avocado and sour cream, cranberry tea and odd-looking couples. a day on the couch led to the return of bien, the saddest-convo-ever with my interstate baby. we missed molly very much. rediscovered old flames thanks to the wonders of the internet and smoked too much. bien's hair was chopped out on the stoop and i had a lovely muni ride home, the whole time wishing i had someone to high five as i repeatedly thought, "i fucking love my life."
this is what my weekend looked like. - 2004-11-22
the internet is slowly but surely taking over my life. - 2004-11-07
nothing like tragedy to bring everyone together. or polarize an entire nation. who knows. - 2004-11-05
it's the end of the world as we know it... and i feel fine. - 2004-11-02
halloween = the whole world's excuse to get naked. - 2004-11-01