A day.
Yesterday I woke up, ate cereal, wrote six pages about Alice Walker, Annie Ernaux and Lynda Schor, went to my Mothering class, then went to my Caribbean Lit. class, then went to the construction site of the house my parents are building and picked up part of my drumkit.
Afterwards I drove to Brooklyn, parked near Dano's house and the two of us got a burrito at this trendy place in Greenpoint on Manhattan Ave. The girl that worked there looked like someone I know except totally covered in tattoos. She had a little prince tattoo (the boa constrictor digesting an elephant). She didn't like me and Dano. Then we went back to Dano's and ate and watched TV, which I wasn't too into at first but thirty rock is pretty chill. Konstantin was there and offered me some sick Ukranian pastries. Then Dano and I drove to the Sweatshop where we met up with Joe and Jessy. Then we had band practice for two hours. It went pretty well. The Vivian Girls were practicing in the room next to ours. They are babes. My new band is like d-beat hardcore punk. Then we went to the Second Chance Saloon where Colin Atrophy was DJ-ing. It is the punkest bar ever. The bassist from the Casualties was playing an arcade game when we walked in. I had a ginger ale. We had a band pow-ow to figure out what to call our band. We didn't make a decision. Bummer. I hung out at the bar for a bit with the kids, listening to Zounds, Municipal Waste and the Smiths. Then I drove across the Willy B, dipped into Chinatown, picked up Pasternack and we drove up to his dorm listening to some minimalist Piano music on NPR. It was like 230. We pulled over on 9th Ave and Ben went into a deli to get me a water and a snack. He got me Fiji and some chocolate covered pretzels. I then took 36th to the midtown tunnel, got on the LIE and the Northern State and came home at 330 and went to bed.
Afterwards I drove to Brooklyn, parked near Dano's house and the two of us got a burrito at this trendy place in Greenpoint on Manhattan Ave. The girl that worked there looked like someone I know except totally covered in tattoos. She had a little prince tattoo (the boa constrictor digesting an elephant). She didn't like me and Dano. Then we went back to Dano's and ate and watched TV, which I wasn't too into at first but thirty rock is pretty chill. Konstantin was there and offered me some sick Ukranian pastries. Then Dano and I drove to the Sweatshop where we met up with Joe and Jessy. Then we had band practice for two hours. It went pretty well. The Vivian Girls were practicing in the room next to ours. They are babes. My new band is like d-beat hardcore punk. Then we went to the Second Chance Saloon where Colin Atrophy was DJ-ing. It is the punkest bar ever. The bassist from the Casualties was playing an arcade game when we walked in. I had a ginger ale. We had a band pow-ow to figure out what to call our band. We didn't make a decision. Bummer. I hung out at the bar for a bit with the kids, listening to Zounds, Municipal Waste and the Smiths. Then I drove across the Willy B, dipped into Chinatown, picked up Pasternack and we drove up to his dorm listening to some minimalist Piano music on NPR. It was like 230. We pulled over on 9th Ave and Ben went into a deli to get me a water and a snack. He got me Fiji and some chocolate covered pretzels. I then took 36th to the midtown tunnel, got on the LIE and the Northern State and came home at 330 and went to bed.