on losing all of the social graces I might, at one time, have possessed
At a very strange house party last night I saw Michel Gondry and my heart burst a little inside my chest. I don't think I've quite recovered. It was rumored that Bjork might make an appearance, but I don't know if there was any truth to that, as we left soon after the second shitty band began playing, and my companions drunkenness started wearing at my nerves...
I don't remember much of Thursday night. Lots of wine and chatter-box conversation with foreign imports at Beauty Bar whose names I can't recall, I guess I woke up on a couch in Williamsburg, it started snowing outside, and my nameless host and I paused to watch the TV while reports of a court room killer began. There has been a lot of violence surfacing lately. My host told me that he'd refused to let me take the G home that night because a girl had gotten her fingers chopped off by a mugger some months ago. I went home (alone) directly following this.
I will be back in Boston for a week or two near the end of April.
Hopefully all of the snow will be melted by then?
I don't remember much of Thursday night. Lots of wine and chatter-box conversation with foreign imports at Beauty Bar whose names I can't recall, I guess I woke up on a couch in Williamsburg, it started snowing outside, and my nameless host and I paused to watch the TV while reports of a court room killer began. There has been a lot of violence surfacing lately. My host told me that he'd refused to let me take the G home that night because a girl had gotten her fingers chopped off by a mugger some months ago. I went home (alone) directly following this.
I will be back in Boston for a week or two near the end of April.
Hopefully all of the snow will be melted by then?