Holidays 2005
Oh man.
First of all, I think I have to start at Christmukkah. I felt like the party was kinda lame this year. Maybe it loses its magic when there's actually room to move? I don't know. I did good on giving. I think everyone liked my gifts. My haul wasn't huge, but it's fantastic.
Cville got me this beautiful copy of The High King which is only like, my favorite book ever.
Jim got me two pairs of absolutely hideously fabulous knee socks. I mostly blame Leslie.
Sam gave me a totally adorable board for sticking memories and such.
Ellie got me really cute socks and a pocket knife.
Leslie! Oh man! There's a pen, which rules, and a 0.9 mm lead pencil, which makes me giggle. But, for the first time since freshman year of high school, I was given a blank book. And, somehow, she's been paying enough attention to me to know what to get me. First of all, lined paper. It's a must. Second of all, colour. I can't concentrate on a blank page. Even notebooks have the red line. It's not a spiral, but I've already started journaling in it. Plus! The pictures on the cover are choice. And who could forget Leslie's customary lip gloss?
Catty Shack Christmas was a few days later, but I got a $40 card to tysons from Joe, a color-in poster set from REL and a photo box from MiniFridge. Plus, the world's nicest card from my Joeybear.
Then, this is the crowner, I am typing this from my brand new Dell notebook. So many bells, a few whistles.. thanks Daddy.
So, then, on the 23rd, mom and I went to see Doubt, Waiting for Godot and Sweeney Todd in New York. God, I love it there. Alright. We started seeing Sweeney. It was weird. Like, it was pretty and well done, but it doesn't hold up. The second act falls apart, because the set doesn't support the action. If I didn't know the show, I'd have been lost.
Doubt was fab, but Cherry Jones had a brain fart in the second scene and ended up calling for her line. Somehow she won us back. I love it.
And oh, Godot. I loved reading the play. When I could out it down. It put me to sleep.
Back to DC on the 24th, at night. Bummed through Xmas, and then Mark's party on the 26th. I have very mixed feelings about the whole thing. But those are for paper.
Finally, we come to the highlight, Boston!
So, I hop a train to NY atound 11 in DC, and hit Long Island around 4. It was a long ride. Met an awesome man named John on the train who was much older, but very interesting. Told me all about how he was stationed in Okinawa in the Vietnam War. I want to be a fly on the wall of the sixties. So, I got to Sam's and we chilled, playing 20 questions and such. We visited Katherine at work, and then went and saw Narnia with her. It was really good. Like, I'm not a book fanatic the way some are, but I remember reading it in my youth and, as Ted MAY remember, I was a hot Santa Clause when we did the play in fourth grade. I thought the main points were there, plus a gratuitous frozen river scene, and the main ideas were conveyed. Also, totaly inappropriate sexual faun/8-year-old tension. Seriously, Mr. Tumnus reminded me of someone and I don't know who.
We got on the bus the next day at 11:30 and arrived in Boston around 4. We went straight to Harvard square, bags and all and through some magic trick we got Sam a ticket.
Passim is the world's cutest venue. The show was so hard-core SK6ERs. If we hadn't had our luggage with us, we would have hung out. Got to the hostel, and we were in seperate rooms. Fine. My room had a couple of really cute Australian girls, who were touring the US because they had graduated college. Sam's room was an obstacle course.
The 29th, yesterday, we set out around 10 and found the venue. We could not, however, figure out what the ticket situation was. Turns out there was a list at the door, but we had no clue, so there was much tramping about Back Bay in the rain. Eventually (maybe 11AM?) I called Louisa and Sam and I went to her place and hung for a bit. Like, 2 hours with Louisa was all Sam needed to fall in love. So much Loulou.
We split from her and then went to dry off and collect our umbrellas ("I think it's done raining" - Sam A. Ferris!) from the hostel. Then it was lunch and wandering the Prudential Center. Sam got the best earrings ever, handmade in Brazil, and then we crashed Lord & Taylors for their bathroom. We looked like hell, it was great. Headed to the venue about 5 PM and found a line. Got in it, and eventually met up with Liz and Ashley, two girls we met at the 8x10 show. There are no words for the DVD shoot. Fun, rocking, and everything else that describes those boys.
The highlight? The one I haven't mentioned? The monkey Sam and I made and gave to the band? Guavo? Was totally hanging off Boots' kit. When we mantioned it to SK after the shoot, he mentioned they had renamed it "Boots Jr" and it was an occasional stand-in. Had awesome conversations with the boys and managed not to make an ass of my self.
After the show, we wanted to do something else, but Liz and Ashley had left and Sam is only 20. So she and I went to a drug store, bought a soda for me and a vitamin water for her and some chips and queso and stayed up til 1 AM in the foosball/smoking room of the hostel talking. I finally said something that had been bothering me for a while, and Sam understood what I meant. As friends, she and I make the kind of sense that isn't, and that's really kinda awesome.
So, took my 8-hour train home, read and listened to music and sat by some really sketch people. There is so much more, but I have lost words.
Tomorrow is Eggy's party, and I'm kinda stoked. Can I say stoked? Does that tool me out too much?
Whatever. I'm leaving for London on the 23rd. See me now or forever hold your peace.
First of all, I think I have to start at Christmukkah. I felt like the party was kinda lame this year. Maybe it loses its magic when there's actually room to move? I don't know. I did good on giving. I think everyone liked my gifts. My haul wasn't huge, but it's fantastic.
Cville got me this beautiful copy of The High King which is only like, my favorite book ever.
Jim got me two pairs of absolutely hideously fabulous knee socks. I mostly blame Leslie.
Sam gave me a totally adorable board for sticking memories and such.
Ellie got me really cute socks and a pocket knife.
Leslie! Oh man! There's a pen, which rules, and a 0.9 mm lead pencil, which makes me giggle. But, for the first time since freshman year of high school, I was given a blank book. And, somehow, she's been paying enough attention to me to know what to get me. First of all, lined paper. It's a must. Second of all, colour. I can't concentrate on a blank page. Even notebooks have the red line. It's not a spiral, but I've already started journaling in it. Plus! The pictures on the cover are choice. And who could forget Leslie's customary lip gloss?
Catty Shack Christmas was a few days later, but I got a $40 card to tysons from Joe, a color-in poster set from REL and a photo box from MiniFridge. Plus, the world's nicest card from my Joeybear.
Then, this is the crowner, I am typing this from my brand new Dell notebook. So many bells, a few whistles.. thanks Daddy.
So, then, on the 23rd, mom and I went to see Doubt, Waiting for Godot and Sweeney Todd in New York. God, I love it there. Alright. We started seeing Sweeney. It was weird. Like, it was pretty and well done, but it doesn't hold up. The second act falls apart, because the set doesn't support the action. If I didn't know the show, I'd have been lost.
Doubt was fab, but Cherry Jones had a brain fart in the second scene and ended up calling for her line. Somehow she won us back. I love it.
And oh, Godot. I loved reading the play. When I could out it down. It put me to sleep.
Back to DC on the 24th, at night. Bummed through Xmas, and then Mark's party on the 26th. I have very mixed feelings about the whole thing. But those are for paper.
Finally, we come to the highlight, Boston!
So, I hop a train to NY atound 11 in DC, and hit Long Island around 4. It was a long ride. Met an awesome man named John on the train who was much older, but very interesting. Told me all about how he was stationed in Okinawa in the Vietnam War. I want to be a fly on the wall of the sixties. So, I got to Sam's and we chilled, playing 20 questions and such. We visited Katherine at work, and then went and saw Narnia with her. It was really good. Like, I'm not a book fanatic the way some are, but I remember reading it in my youth and, as Ted MAY remember, I was a hot Santa Clause when we did the play in fourth grade. I thought the main points were there, plus a gratuitous frozen river scene, and the main ideas were conveyed. Also, totaly inappropriate sexual faun/8-year-old tension. Seriously, Mr. Tumnus reminded me of someone and I don't know who.
We got on the bus the next day at 11:30 and arrived in Boston around 4. We went straight to Harvard square, bags and all and through some magic trick we got Sam a ticket.
Passim is the world's cutest venue. The show was so hard-core SK6ERs. If we hadn't had our luggage with us, we would have hung out. Got to the hostel, and we were in seperate rooms. Fine. My room had a couple of really cute Australian girls, who were touring the US because they had graduated college. Sam's room was an obstacle course.
The 29th, yesterday, we set out around 10 and found the venue. We could not, however, figure out what the ticket situation was. Turns out there was a list at the door, but we had no clue, so there was much tramping about Back Bay in the rain. Eventually (maybe 11AM?) I called Louisa and Sam and I went to her place and hung for a bit. Like, 2 hours with Louisa was all Sam needed to fall in love. So much Loulou.
We split from her and then went to dry off and collect our umbrellas ("I think it's done raining" - Sam A. Ferris!) from the hostel. Then it was lunch and wandering the Prudential Center. Sam got the best earrings ever, handmade in Brazil, and then we crashed Lord & Taylors for their bathroom. We looked like hell, it was great. Headed to the venue about 5 PM and found a line. Got in it, and eventually met up with Liz and Ashley, two girls we met at the 8x10 show. There are no words for the DVD shoot. Fun, rocking, and everything else that describes those boys.
The highlight? The one I haven't mentioned? The monkey Sam and I made and gave to the band? Guavo? Was totally hanging off Boots' kit. When we mantioned it to SK after the shoot, he mentioned they had renamed it "Boots Jr" and it was an occasional stand-in. Had awesome conversations with the boys and managed not to make an ass of my self.
After the show, we wanted to do something else, but Liz and Ashley had left and Sam is only 20. So she and I went to a drug store, bought a soda for me and a vitamin water for her and some chips and queso and stayed up til 1 AM in the foosball/smoking room of the hostel talking. I finally said something that had been bothering me for a while, and Sam understood what I meant. As friends, she and I make the kind of sense that isn't, and that's really kinda awesome.
So, took my 8-hour train home, read and listened to music and sat by some really sketch people. There is so much more, but I have lost words.
Tomorrow is Eggy's party, and I'm kinda stoked. Can I say stoked? Does that tool me out too much?
Whatever. I'm leaving for London on the 23rd. See me now or forever hold your peace.