Aug 27, 2004 07:30
last night i am awakened by a pounding on my door. ok, that's a little lie, because I wasn't fully asleep. However, i still did not want to move from the position i was in, which was under the covers and very comfortable.
As I accumulated more energy, Ian drove me to Georgetown. My curiosity about what we were going to do soon faded when the words, "let's go somewhere nice" came out of his mouth. So at about 10PM last night he leads me into the Ritz Carlton to have a drink. We walk in and my astonishment that he likes to come to places like this is soon replaced by a feeling of sourness because I do NOT like going to places like this. Out of bitterness and stubbornness I only get a water. As I am drinking it he tells me this story about how one of his friends met Sean Penn here. I wanted to scream, "Can we PLEASE leave now," but I just just turned me stare to the Pittsburg Steelers game on the TV above the bar.
On our walk out of the bar, through the lobby, and out the door, he makes a comment saying out serene and calm the lobby feels. I bit my tongue and held back my opinion. Places like this don't seem real, and when I say this I mean it to be in a bad way.