friday was a night full of beautiful people. i walked into the sprint pcs store on castro and market, to find myself faced by a boy in a black dress shirt and slacks with a red tie. he was leaning against the glass counter filled with clunky, extravagant phones and looking intently at a newspaper. black bangs fell over his face and i noticed how frail his fingers were. i imagined those fingers sliding over the keys of a piano, and found myself a corner of the store from which to be a voyeurist. as kate wasted her breath trying to change her two-year contract, the beautiful clerk's elusive face lifted and my eyes were met by rich, royal blue pupils staring back at me. as i trailed down the long face, slid my gaze over the roman nose, i noticed the nametag that said "sarah." my curiosity rose and she smiled politiely at me, then asked me if i needed anything. i told her i was waiting for a friend, gestured towards kate, and she went back to her paper, dismissing me. i spent the entire duration of my next ten minutes in the store wondering what she looked like underneath her clothes.
906 attended a party at the boys' place out on taraval friday night. we arrived lazily at 11 p.m., and found ourselves locked in chris's room with our "so necessary" mix blaring out of his computer speakers, dancing for no one but ourselves and each other. the realization crept in that there was just as much, if not more, potential fun back at 906 than in this house, mostly full of strangers, dressed to impress. not to discredit the boys, who conjured up an amazing theme (which we were too lazy to comply with). they dubbed friday's shenanigans "the future party" and all wore bladerunner-esque get-ups. all very entertaining. and matt, dear matt, approached bien and i outside and said, "now girls, you know, that if ANY of you are bored, even for a second, that i will give my sife to entertain you. did i just say sife? i meant life. life. that's what i meant."
i found it surprising and comforting to realize that the party, despite being more full of anonymous faces than usual thanks to gafilta's inherent ability to make everyone love him, was still dependent on 906's ever-present bump n' grind. i do adore these girls that i get the privilege of claiming as my roommates without paying rent. i adore their friends as well. there is a certain unspoken sense of respect and understanding among all the people i've found myself surrounded by in these past few months. i blame it on the city.
a trip home this weekend was much-needed and very relieving. it's so predictable and ironic how, on your way out of your hometown, there's an irrepressable loathing of the same old everything, but upon return, it's like heaven. (insert cliche euphemism here).
regardless of my general debauchery, i haven't been able to stop constantly thinking about the state of our dangerously-teetering-on-fascism country. i've been grappling with the idea that this is the time for me to arm up, and take all of my rage and intelligence and join every organization, and get involved in every group, while there's a part of me that would much rather hole up with NPR and my countless newspapers and cry and wait for the apocalypse. it's time for me to raise my voice.
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