Molly's most recent epiphany: If I fail at all else in life, I could be a folk singer/stripper
This week was filled with dance, lesbian kisses, poetry, cult 45, mexican food, seeing old friends, making new ones, power outages, early morning dates with my twin, and a whole lot of fun!
On wednesday, I sat on my ass for the entire day, read a bit, ate a whole lot, and then babysat. The power went out and I was coerced by manipulative eight year olds who alienate me with their insane knowledge of sports that seems to extend into the darkest recesses of their minds, into taking them out for a huge italian dinner/candy dessert. I'm such a good babysitter. Next, I took a verrry long drive, replete with many detours, back home to meet up with lisa and go meet Lili, Dan, and Jojo for dinner at Guadalajara. It was incredible fun, as always, and I ate sooooooooo much food- but what the fuck else is new? I have an obese mentality! Next, we drove to Lili's house, emptied our swollen bladders, and proceeded into town to get ice cream. Paulo, Jeremy, and Dave met us on the street, and it was an awkward, yet hilarious situation that I dealt with by touching a whollle lot of Joanna.
Thursday was a pretty sweet day. My creative writing class was at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, and the objective of the day was to use images as inspiration for poetry and to infuse poetry, usually a very abstract artform, with concrete and vivd details. We had to write a 7 stanza poem, using 7 diff. paintings. I really loved this, and my poem ended up being a woman's reaction to her child's funeral. I don't know why, but when it comes to the written word, I'm really drawn to the dark and morose. After class, I went to a performance by Pilobolus Dance company. The words fucking incredible don't even capture a nanometer of the talent, artistry, grace, and strength of this dance company. It was such an exciting blend of all things wonderful: dance, nudity, art, water. To say that I loved it would be an extreme understatement.
Friday was a wonderful day. I met Juliette, my best friend from my insane trek to the small paradise that is Trinidad. I really love to catch up with old friends, and our dinner was so incredibly pleasing to the palate. It's always interesting to see people you haven't seen in while and see how they've grown, how you've evolved, how things have stayed the same. After dinner, we headed to Starbucks (where i got a triple shot of espresso in my drink. Three fucking shots)and serendipitously ran into my love, Sofia. After Nyack, I took a short, but tortuous journey back to Tarrytown to be greeted at the door of the Moshman household by the ever-so-cordial Eliot, who informed me that Jojo was in the shower. The two of us headed over to Paulo's with the Portuguese himself, Jay, Jeremy, and Dave for a fun night of Banana Vodka, being in bras, lesbian porn shoot directed by Jay, a reallllly long walk with my lebsian lover, bonding with the boys while jojo and paulo "did their thing", and being called a badass white chick. Next, we went to the park where we met up with a wholllle lot of people (don't remember them all..but I know that my Embers, Tina, Dylan, Jen, and Matt were there). Some really strange drama went down in the park and I got into a heated political debate, but all in all it was great fun. Such fun, in fact, that jojo and I wanted to sleep there. Next, we met up with Lili, returned chez-Moshman, and had a fun time, complete with attemted analysis of the strange shit that went down in the park. I woke up reallly early the next morning due my ostensibly menopausal hot flash. Once we were all up, after Liana's imagined sitaution about Jojo and the little girl, we dropped J Mosh off at her bakery and Lili and I had a nice date at coffee labs (complete with an awkward wave hello/ cup shake), and then visited Jojo at work. I came home, attempted to buy cheese ,realized my front bumper was breaking, and went to the pool.
I love summer.
On wednesday, I sat on my ass for the entire day, read a bit, ate a whole lot, and then babysat. The power went out and I was coerced by manipulative eight year olds who alienate me with their insane knowledge of sports that seems to extend into the darkest recesses of their minds, into taking them out for a huge italian dinner/candy dessert. I'm such a good babysitter. Next, I took a verrry long drive, replete with many detours, back home to meet up with lisa and go meet Lili, Dan, and Jojo for dinner at Guadalajara. It was incredible fun, as always, and I ate sooooooooo much food- but what the fuck else is new? I have an obese mentality! Next, we drove to Lili's house, emptied our swollen bladders, and proceeded into town to get ice cream. Paulo, Jeremy, and Dave met us on the street, and it was an awkward, yet hilarious situation that I dealt with by touching a whollle lot of Joanna.
Thursday was a pretty sweet day. My creative writing class was at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, and the objective of the day was to use images as inspiration for poetry and to infuse poetry, usually a very abstract artform, with concrete and vivd details. We had to write a 7 stanza poem, using 7 diff. paintings. I really loved this, and my poem ended up being a woman's reaction to her child's funeral. I don't know why, but when it comes to the written word, I'm really drawn to the dark and morose. After class, I went to a performance by Pilobolus Dance company. The words fucking incredible don't even capture a nanometer of the talent, artistry, grace, and strength of this dance company. It was such an exciting blend of all things wonderful: dance, nudity, art, water. To say that I loved it would be an extreme understatement.
Friday was a wonderful day. I met Juliette, my best friend from my insane trek to the small paradise that is Trinidad. I really love to catch up with old friends, and our dinner was so incredibly pleasing to the palate. It's always interesting to see people you haven't seen in while and see how they've grown, how you've evolved, how things have stayed the same. After dinner, we headed to Starbucks (where i got a triple shot of espresso in my drink. Three fucking shots)and serendipitously ran into my love, Sofia. After Nyack, I took a short, but tortuous journey back to Tarrytown to be greeted at the door of the Moshman household by the ever-so-cordial Eliot, who informed me that Jojo was in the shower. The two of us headed over to Paulo's with the Portuguese himself, Jay, Jeremy, and Dave for a fun night of Banana Vodka, being in bras, lesbian porn shoot directed by Jay, a reallllly long walk with my lebsian lover, bonding with the boys while jojo and paulo "did their thing", and being called a badass white chick. Next, we went to the park where we met up with a wholllle lot of people (don't remember them all..but I know that my Embers, Tina, Dylan, Jen, and Matt were there). Some really strange drama went down in the park and I got into a heated political debate, but all in all it was great fun. Such fun, in fact, that jojo and I wanted to sleep there. Next, we met up with Lili, returned chez-Moshman, and had a fun time, complete with attemted analysis of the strange shit that went down in the park. I woke up reallly early the next morning due my ostensibly menopausal hot flash. Once we were all up, after Liana's imagined sitaution about Jojo and the little girl, we dropped J Mosh off at her bakery and Lili and I had a nice date at coffee labs (complete with an awkward wave hello/ cup shake), and then visited Jojo at work. I came home, attempted to buy cheese ,realized my front bumper was breaking, and went to the pool.
I love summer.