Ridiculousness. That sums it up perfectly.
So last night I went to this party with Steven and his friend Sabrina, a funny girl he met in his art classes and has been spending a ton of time with for the past month or two. A friend of Sabrina's, a little doll-baby cosmetology student named Eve, came too. The party was at the loft of some people that Sabrina knows and it was out in the middle of "butt-fucking Egypt," as she put it. Otherwise known as some weird industrial area in NW Portland past the St. John's Bridge and near train tracks by the river off of Highway 30. Very random. Neither Steven nor I had ever met any of the people who were at this party, but Sabrina knew them through another friend and had attended another one of their parties.
The people there were like this weird mix of post-college bohemian hipster artists, Lewis and Clark students, and a few other random people who I can't figure out a category for. It seemed like they all had unusual names and too much time on their hands. Where else are you going to find a Jovan, Whyatt, Nicolette, and Jebediah all in the same room?
There was this guy hitting on Sabrina who was wearing a white suit because he had just come from a David Bowie party (I know not where or why) and Rivers Cuomo glasses. From talking to him a little, he seemed like an okay guy, and he kept comparing outfits with Steven, who, it happens, had gone out of his way to dress as ridiculously as possible and was also wearing a white outfit. They were all matchy matchy. Sabrina for some reason wanted to show Steven and I the vacant apartment next door, possibly because she thought it was awesome. When we went over there, though, the guy in the white suit was hanging out in front of the door, and accompanied us in. Upon hearing Sabrina's exclamations of surprise that the apartment was in the midst of a massive remodeling project, with a giant bathtub in the middle of the main room and the walls totally torn up and rearranged, white suit man remarked, with a strange leer and a shrug of his shoulders, "This is just where we come to do blow, but you can do whatever you want..." and exited. WHAT THE FUCK?
Maybe you had to be there. All I know is that I laughed so hard that I nearly pissed myself.
We stayed at the party much later than I intended, mainly because Sabrina and Eve were massively drunk and couldn't make up their minds whether they wanted to stay or go with us, and we were too nice to just make the decision for them and leave them there. We would've left at around 3:15, but they kept us there for another 45 minutes trying to find someone who would be able to take them back into Portland at 9am the next morning. Sabrina really wanted to be able to attend Gus van Sant's casting call for his new movie, which was 10am this morning. That is why, on just a few hours of sleep, Steven, Sabrina, and I got up at 9:15 and drove out to SE Portland to stand in line for awhile and get our pictures taken as possible extras. Since the movie is about the grunge scene and Kurt Cobain, I wore my knee-high lace up Docs, fishnets, and a pink lingerie slipdress, in tribute to Ms. Love in the early 90s. Ridiculous fashion, to go along with my ridiculous life this weekend.
And now I'm massively tired.
The people there were like this weird mix of post-college bohemian hipster artists, Lewis and Clark students, and a few other random people who I can't figure out a category for. It seemed like they all had unusual names and too much time on their hands. Where else are you going to find a Jovan, Whyatt, Nicolette, and Jebediah all in the same room?
There was this guy hitting on Sabrina who was wearing a white suit because he had just come from a David Bowie party (I know not where or why) and Rivers Cuomo glasses. From talking to him a little, he seemed like an okay guy, and he kept comparing outfits with Steven, who, it happens, had gone out of his way to dress as ridiculously as possible and was also wearing a white outfit. They were all matchy matchy. Sabrina for some reason wanted to show Steven and I the vacant apartment next door, possibly because she thought it was awesome. When we went over there, though, the guy in the white suit was hanging out in front of the door, and accompanied us in. Upon hearing Sabrina's exclamations of surprise that the apartment was in the midst of a massive remodeling project, with a giant bathtub in the middle of the main room and the walls totally torn up and rearranged, white suit man remarked, with a strange leer and a shrug of his shoulders, "This is just where we come to do blow, but you can do whatever you want..." and exited. WHAT THE FUCK?
Maybe you had to be there. All I know is that I laughed so hard that I nearly pissed myself.
We stayed at the party much later than I intended, mainly because Sabrina and Eve were massively drunk and couldn't make up their minds whether they wanted to stay or go with us, and we were too nice to just make the decision for them and leave them there. We would've left at around 3:15, but they kept us there for another 45 minutes trying to find someone who would be able to take them back into Portland at 9am the next morning. Sabrina really wanted to be able to attend Gus van Sant's casting call for his new movie, which was 10am this morning. That is why, on just a few hours of sleep, Steven, Sabrina, and I got up at 9:15 and drove out to SE Portland to stand in line for awhile and get our pictures taken as possible extras. Since the movie is about the grunge scene and Kurt Cobain, I wore my knee-high lace up Docs, fishnets, and a pink lingerie slipdress, in tribute to Ms. Love in the early 90s. Ridiculous fashion, to go along with my ridiculous life this weekend.
And now I'm massively tired.