debauchery, unfulfilled sexual tension, and furniture
If you ask any of my old friends about the summer and fall of 1996, you're likely to hear about Shelter parties, a series of massively debauched gatherings that Tony, Jason and I held at our apartment in Kenmore Square. You might've heard how we played host to a hundred out-of-town goth kids during the opening hours of Convergence II. You might'
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There's a scene in Like Water for Chocolate, one of many wonderfully magic ones, where the heroine cries as she prepares a meal for a wedding crowd. As her tears become another ingredient of her recipe, she releases enough of her confined pain to make the entire crowd ill after eating her batter.
Yes, it's a great story. I wish I had known it sooner, so that on that cold January day almost five years ago, when you walked out of your room to find two bodies intertwined on the hunter-green cushion, and rhetorically asked: Are you guys still here!?, I had been able to look back at you and say: It's your own goddamn fault, cris! Now, go make me some breakfast, and had then gone back to sleep under the spell of the green chair, not minding the world around me and just feeling the occasional nervousness and giddiness that were heralding the beginning of
a long happiness.
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yeah, that's what happens when you get a little too much salt into your flour.
oh, and btw .... awwwww
-- I never knew you liked my breakfasts so much ;p
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