FULL MOON//
last night, I-
\stuck a maxi pad to room B6 in a building just south of Queen at Bathurst. The band came out because we were drinking in the hallway, busting out and jamming to their music and we faked receiving a text message stating to "meet at B6 and say hello to the band". The guitarist with his cool homemade Black Flag tee (I told him he had a nice shirt and he said thanks, I made it) asked for this mystery person's code name. Sabrina yells out COBRA!
COBRA! hahahhahaha!
He locked up and the band had to leave. So we did too. After smoking a cigarette in the washroom, of course.
\walked up and down Queen trying to find a place to continue drinking our french, white wine. We decided on a rooftop - Funhaus' rooftop. The view was amazing. I didnt even realize you could get on top of that club... We listened to all the music and felt the floor..ceiling...floor shake under our feet.
\smoked a cigarette in the smoke shop.
\was re-united with old high school friends walking in a flock in the opposite way I was walking. They ended up at Velvet Underground and Funhaus, too. I also made them hug me on the street.
A group of straight, riot-causing, punk kids with diiferent colour contacts for each eye, dreads, and the likes... a group of kids you wouldnt expect to hug a Queen Street gay boy, basically.
Love them.
\went to Velvet Underground and danced my ass off! I (as per usual) saw everyone under the sun, made out with a boy I never - I repeat NEVER - expected to...Istill think he's straight, and got a couple of folks a little mad at me for forcing a smooch on a boy who's still a little too deep in the closet if you know what I mean.
Who gets mad at you for trying to give them a kiss? Ah well.
\dropped and cracked my cell phone.
\stole Stella's wallet and I.D (without knowing). She puts her stuff in my pockets and must have forgotten to ask me for them... I was hammered and stumbled upon them this morning.
\went back to Funhaus with Stella, Sabrina, and Angelo, danced some more, saw more high school folkies, and walked back to the car.
\peed on the sidewalk.
\passed out in the car on the way home.
\woke up on the highway, felt a large burp and became nauseated. "Sabrina..."
"Yeah?"
"Can you pull over for a scootch?"
"Sure one sec..."
\yaked.
I still have some faint memories of last night... but I guess I really needed it. Partyyyyyyyyyyyy!
\stuck a maxi pad to room B6 in a building just south of Queen at Bathurst. The band came out because we were drinking in the hallway, busting out and jamming to their music and we faked receiving a text message stating to "meet at B6 and say hello to the band". The guitarist with his cool homemade Black Flag tee (I told him he had a nice shirt and he said thanks, I made it) asked for this mystery person's code name. Sabrina yells out COBRA!
COBRA! hahahhahaha!
He locked up and the band had to leave. So we did too. After smoking a cigarette in the washroom, of course.
\walked up and down Queen trying to find a place to continue drinking our french, white wine. We decided on a rooftop - Funhaus' rooftop. The view was amazing. I didnt even realize you could get on top of that club... We listened to all the music and felt the floor..ceiling...floor shake under our feet.
\smoked a cigarette in the smoke shop.
\was re-united with old high school friends walking in a flock in the opposite way I was walking. They ended up at Velvet Underground and Funhaus, too. I also made them hug me on the street.
A group of straight, riot-causing, punk kids with diiferent colour contacts for each eye, dreads, and the likes... a group of kids you wouldnt expect to hug a Queen Street gay boy, basically.
Love them.
\went to Velvet Underground and danced my ass off! I (as per usual) saw everyone under the sun, made out with a boy I never - I repeat NEVER - expected to...Istill think he's straight, and got a couple of folks a little mad at me for forcing a smooch on a boy who's still a little too deep in the closet if you know what I mean.
Who gets mad at you for trying to give them a kiss? Ah well.
\dropped and cracked my cell phone.
\stole Stella's wallet and I.D (without knowing). She puts her stuff in my pockets and must have forgotten to ask me for them... I was hammered and stumbled upon them this morning.
\went back to Funhaus with Stella, Sabrina, and Angelo, danced some more, saw more high school folkies, and walked back to the car.
\peed on the sidewalk.
\passed out in the car on the way home.
\woke up on the highway, felt a large burp and became nauseated. "Sabrina..."
"Yeah?"
"Can you pull over for a scootch?"
"Sure one sec..."
\yaked.
I still have some faint memories of last night... but I guess I really needed it. Partyyyyyyyyyyyy!