Friday, 12/20/08: A Housewarming Party
I am 24, a writer, and living in Atlanta.
This is my first Friday night at the new apartment. There are hijinks.
Please enjoy them. And, if you'd like to be my friend, let me know so I can add you back.
I am awake. This is not one of my better mornings, as reflected by the next hour or so of not-so-good pictures.
I just reinstalled XP, so I spend some time noodling around, trying to cut XP's memory footprint as much as possible.
My new bedroom is tiny - this is the view from my bed.
(I'm still unpacking)
Looking from my bed to the doorway, where I'm currently using one of my roommates' paintings as a door.
And... the view from my bedroom window out into the rest of our huge space!
Looking back towards my room - needs more light, yes?
I am a problem solver.
I head downstairs...
And activate breakfast.
Matt, one of my roommates, is downstairs, brain fried from staying up working all night.
He is awake enough to help hold some scrap wood that I'm sawing.
I've got to jet.
It's about noon. I'm biking to my old apartment to pick up more of my stuff. I've made the five and a half mile trip thirteen times since Wednesday. So I've carried a total of 175 pounds almost 38 miles over these last 48 hours.
I am sore but happy.
Riding North through downtown.
Home, and exhausted, even with the mostly empty pack.
Fluids, stat.
Recursion.
The full pack. Finally I will have a pillow!
It's Friday night, and my parents are Jewish.
My mother is afraid of fire, as indicated in this photo.
"Didn't you move out last week?"
Back at the warehouse, two more roommates are awake and eating their own dinners. I can't seem to get an in-focus picture of either Jeremy or Samantha, so most of their shots are in soft focus.
I shower.
And then read for a while until I'm dry. Towels are another of the things that I forgot to pick up today.
Jeremy's upstairs playing Glover on N64.
And Samantha's next door painting their bedroom.
I go downstairs and noodle around on Yellow Thunder for a bit.
I made that name up just for this ADIML.
Okay, time to get going again. Nothing heavier than my camera this time.
Tealights are playing over at The Earl. I was supposed to review their show tonight for Southeast Performer Magazine, but my editor emailed me a few hours ago saying that the magazine had just gone bankrupt. Fucking great, right?
Anyway. Tealights are good.
I catch up with Sergio, my last roommate, in front of the bar. The girl is named Claire. Photos of the rest of the booth follow:
From the top: Aaron, Jackie, Erik, and Me. We get progressively more drunkface as these pictures are taken.
I'm biking back to the warehouse. I guess it's probably about 12?
Samantha. A pokemon in her past life.
Sergio got a six-pack of wine. I am so damn excited.
Samantha on flute, Jeremy on organ.
Kids, never play Jenga sober.
Oh Samantha, why won't you get in focus?
Sergio installed a slackline between two of our pillars.
Sam doesn't even need a line to balance.
I'm not sure if you noticed Aaron's badass shirt.
I am getting the hang of this thing.
More people show up, and I give them the official tour.
They are impressed.
In Sergio's room, everyone compares foot injuries. I am the blackened toe.
Claire says this is the best picture anyone's ever taken of her, but I don't see it.
Banana board!
Matt doesn't give a fuck.
Anna shows up, from Knoxville. It is like 3am now, but she is still a very bright bulb.
Sparks madness.
Jeremy! The animals are not alive! They are stuffed!
So close to cool.
Jose gets
down.
We try squashing the line into submission.
We need more booze.
Lots and lots
More booze.
Sergio throws tarrot for everyone in the room in one go.
"Bromance." I thought the word was really stupid, until this night.
Fierce.
Tarrot is dealt.
And, outside, the geekout continues.
I am not there to see the rest of the night, because it is like 5am by now, and I needs my sleep. I forgot to take a picture of the sleeping process. Sorry. Just imagine that I brushed my teef and changed into pajamas, then went into gentle sleep.
(as opposed to what really happened: a Sparks fueled violent crash into Dreamland.)