i should listen to Andrew WK more
His philosophy on partying all the time doesn't seem like such a bad idea. Last night was the first time in ages that I got dressed and ready for a night on the town with Ariane.
Beautiful and optomistic we arrived fashionably late, and in opening the doors we entered a warm, friendly world containing a keg, the smiling faces of hipsters, and musical guest Roargan, a trio including Mark Lynn and Bert-no-shirt with dancy-type music. With Vinyl Records playing in the background we made our way to the back patio giving high fives and saying hellos to
Walt: the big guy with a big heart. In response to where have you been he replied "telling fat girls not to pee in the woods". I love his laugh.
Annie: Just a friendly smile was all we needed. Acknowledgement is always nice. She seems to get happier.
Miguel: Guy loves to talk. I wonder what he'd look like without dreads.
Stephanie: the redhead folk girl, complete with red bandana. She's always so energetic, cute, and fun.
Brandon: Rockstar sporting white t-shirt, black jeans, and black boots. He's always cool, no matter what he does. What a really sweet guy.
Reaching the back patio we walked under people standing on the rooftop watching the party as if being elevated gave them a sense of godliness. A guy named Richard approached me and asked if i'd remembered him from a cowboys and indians party several months ago. No. He asked for my number to invite me to a party later. I was hesitant, not being used to hit-ons, and what a terrible line, I thought. I didn't consider myself attracted to him, but gave him the digits.
Moments later we packed the car and arrived at TSI. It was nice to have conversation with people unseen for a while. Hanging out with Allex, James, and Andre I got offered 2k to marry Andre so he could keep his Visa and not have to be deported back to Venezuela. He's such a cool guy, but Venezuela's going through a change in history right now, I don't understand how he doesn't feel the need to be apart of it. Then again, his home is here, so i guess I do understand. What a sad situation, but it's his claim to fame in the few days he has left.
Few momemts later Richard calls to invite me to his apartment. What? I just met him! Feeling a little creeped I politely declined. Got in the car again and went to drop people off when James says they're going to Richard's. Richard's, the guy I just met? what? He fills me in that the afterparty is at his place. So I call Richard back, we'll be there after all. He tells us where to park downtown and meets us infront of the Library. He directs us all upstairs to his loft with an outside patio and we settle down with the others on comfy chairs and watch a movie on mute with background music, and we chat, exchange smiles, and pass around two joints. Look around at his nice apartment with nice things, i tell myself. There's a large full bookshelf, a huge flat-screened television, a computer, art on the walls, very chic in the center of downtown.
And suddenly Richard became attractive. His gray shirt and gray jeans against his bronze skin greatly complimented his black-framed glasses and dark curly hair. How all the sudden do I find myself attracted to him based on social status and the nice materials in his nice apartment? How am I so judgemental? Have I always been like this?
Time flew by and I arrived in bed just as the sun was creeping up and the birds started chirping. Maybe I'm looking at it all wrong. Maybe a slice of freedom comes with the responsibility of adulthood. Suddenly growing up doesn't seem too bad.
Hello Summer.
Beautiful and optomistic we arrived fashionably late, and in opening the doors we entered a warm, friendly world containing a keg, the smiling faces of hipsters, and musical guest Roargan, a trio including Mark Lynn and Bert-no-shirt with dancy-type music. With Vinyl Records playing in the background we made our way to the back patio giving high fives and saying hellos to
Walt: the big guy with a big heart. In response to where have you been he replied "telling fat girls not to pee in the woods". I love his laugh.
Annie: Just a friendly smile was all we needed. Acknowledgement is always nice. She seems to get happier.
Miguel: Guy loves to talk. I wonder what he'd look like without dreads.
Stephanie: the redhead folk girl, complete with red bandana. She's always so energetic, cute, and fun.
Brandon: Rockstar sporting white t-shirt, black jeans, and black boots. He's always cool, no matter what he does. What a really sweet guy.
Reaching the back patio we walked under people standing on the rooftop watching the party as if being elevated gave them a sense of godliness. A guy named Richard approached me and asked if i'd remembered him from a cowboys and indians party several months ago. No. He asked for my number to invite me to a party later. I was hesitant, not being used to hit-ons, and what a terrible line, I thought. I didn't consider myself attracted to him, but gave him the digits.
Moments later we packed the car and arrived at TSI. It was nice to have conversation with people unseen for a while. Hanging out with Allex, James, and Andre I got offered 2k to marry Andre so he could keep his Visa and not have to be deported back to Venezuela. He's such a cool guy, but Venezuela's going through a change in history right now, I don't understand how he doesn't feel the need to be apart of it. Then again, his home is here, so i guess I do understand. What a sad situation, but it's his claim to fame in the few days he has left.
Few momemts later Richard calls to invite me to his apartment. What? I just met him! Feeling a little creeped I politely declined. Got in the car again and went to drop people off when James says they're going to Richard's. Richard's, the guy I just met? what? He fills me in that the afterparty is at his place. So I call Richard back, we'll be there after all. He tells us where to park downtown and meets us infront of the Library. He directs us all upstairs to his loft with an outside patio and we settle down with the others on comfy chairs and watch a movie on mute with background music, and we chat, exchange smiles, and pass around two joints. Look around at his nice apartment with nice things, i tell myself. There's a large full bookshelf, a huge flat-screened television, a computer, art on the walls, very chic in the center of downtown.
And suddenly Richard became attractive. His gray shirt and gray jeans against his bronze skin greatly complimented his black-framed glasses and dark curly hair. How all the sudden do I find myself attracted to him based on social status and the nice materials in his nice apartment? How am I so judgemental? Have I always been like this?
Time flew by and I arrived in bed just as the sun was creeping up and the birds started chirping. Maybe I'm looking at it all wrong. Maybe a slice of freedom comes with the responsibility of adulthood. Suddenly growing up doesn't seem too bad.
Hello Summer.