Rantrageous
Kent Halloween was a somewhat fun, if not rather odd night.
I had this strange immunity to alcohol and such a desperation to be drunk. I've never been intoxicated on what seems like an occasion designed arround substance abuse, and somehow I came up short last night when I was trying so hard! Silly, I know, but I really wanted to be drunk, or atleast even buzzed! I had a couple beers at my place while watching Goosebumps, then about a gallon of heavily spiked juice of the jungle at Serindsay's. Add atleast a dozen jello shots, 6 more beers, and a killer juicy cup stacked with 151. Still, I was as sober as a hXc kid. It's not even like I didn't know I was drunk either, because I had not the slightest of hangover nor headache when I woke at 8 this morning and normally all that is a recipe for such.
So that was a bit odd. Also, I realized what a crock of shit the usual mindset is behind this holiday. Seriously, get to a party and stay there. Everyone tries to get downtown and thusly noone has fun there. It was probably twenty minutes after we left our homebase party central before we decided to return there. If you're gonna go to a bar, get there at like supper time, and don't plan on leaving or hopping around. Oh wait, that really doesn't sound fun. I love Halloween so much, and I think it is something that needs to be about time with friends. I know the raging hypocrite inside me is gonna yearn to be downtown again next year, though, but honestly that place never fails to irritate everyone on a night that should be about having fun.
Costumes were great! Notable Mentions:Baseball Furies, Michael Vick, Link, and Gwen/Harajuku squad! I didn't actually catch any spectacualr outfits on our trek downtown, and normally there are a handful of very clever/well designed ones.
As the night winded down, Jason and I were walking past those appartments over there on Lincoln and saw a very upset Sarah Spinelli standing outside in the parking lot. She had just returned from what was apparently a horrid shift at Denny's and she had to park in a handicapped spot because someone was parked in her assigned parking spot. So she was actually just standing outside waiting for that person to come out and move their car(which could happen at like noon the next day for all she knew). There was one car of people sitting in a visitor spot for about 10 minutes without moving and we went over and asked them if they were gonna move anytime soon and they took off pretty quickly after that. I think they were getting high. So Sarah parked there and we went up and hung out with her and Kevin for a little while. Ok, now this was amazing: For our troubles and coldness, Sarah told Jason and I that she would make us hot kool aid. The way she said it, it sounded like it was something she always makes, like some family tradition or whatnot. All that she did was boil a pot of water and just add the kool aid mix as usual, then serve it in little tea cups. It was somehow crazy delicious though, and it was the first time she actually made hot kool aid. I mean, in retrospect, it's a stupidly simple concept, but it was just funny the way she talked about it like it was something she often serves guests, and it turned out to be perfectly yummy too.
Afterwards, Jason drove me home. I had left my car keys at Serenes (Bri, if you see this, I grabbed your camera when I went over there for my stuff today). Another funny thing happened, though. I climbed the stairs to the fifth floor where I reside, in harajuku garb (and heels!) no less, and eight of the most large and thuggishly dressed men I have ever seen were heading towards the stairwell as I pushed through onto my floor. Now it didn't take a thought to know they were likely leaving my room and the company of one A. Gully. It also wouldn't be any stretch of the imagination to assume (not labeling, but in a way, yes) that these men are piping full of homophobia. So as I walked past them toward my door I noticed they were all turned around staring at me. I turned towards them and said, in a very deep and manly voice, "Goodnight, boys", as I swiped in my keycard. They seriously erupted yelling and hollering and soon exited. I stepped in the room and gave a girly wave to Mr. Gully on the couch, who greeted me only saying, "That is the gayest fucking thing I have ever seen." You could tell in his voice he was angry all his friends just saw me like that, and enter his room no less. I thought that was hilarious.
I never like doing long winded accounts of my days, it's so mundane and usually predictable, but I have so much work to do, coffee to drink, and miles to drive in the next small stack of hours. I'm trying to put it off, obviously, but the first thing on my list is to drive to Utrecht in Cleveland Heights (once again) for my damn class that is sucking me dry. Way to require supplies that are only available an hour away and then also have a new list of shit we need every week. A couple of my classes are really irritating me and everything about them seems truly futile in the long scheme of things. I smile everytime I think about escaping to SF with Bri in a couple months. What a way to start off a new year, seriously. I'm so anxious to see whats outside this little boxed up world we have here. I wanna see hard evidence that nothing I'm doing here has any meaning outside it's MTWR block on my schedule. Godbless education, seriously, but as an art major, I feel very limited by what I do here. I know a week on the west coast can't change a whole lot, but I think it will insprie me to get a move on things. Plus I trust Bri immensely and I just know we'll make the most of it.