hold tight new haven
trust me, there's nothing interesting here
so many things have happened since i've come to new haven. i'm sure some have been positive and some have been very trying, but i think i'm moving toward a positive place. it was really nice having spen here. he taught me the fine arts of frizbee golf and saved not only mine but emily's ass by going way out of his way to cart us from union station to the bridgeport ferry laughing in the face of deadline pressure... i heard he left at four am this morning. he said goodbye to me while i was consumed with work. i should have been there when he played his final show at daniel st., not to mention so many other times when i should have been there, because i worry that i'll never see him again, but that just might be the feeling that comes with this dying season, or the realization that so many friends i've had are already gone.
if anything of the times that spen and i have had together while stuck in this place, a few workplace memories are of him chiming on the empty kegs with his drumsticks, telling kourt to fill the empty air with noise, verbally honking back at the endless precession of cars leaving the block, drumming out the beats of an acoustic demo of here is no why on my body, chris' car, the rails of the seventh floor garage, and the barrage of snowballs flung at the people who were only a few spots away taunting us in their warm seclusion.
i miss having people i can talk to up here. i showed emily around milford for about an hour while i had my sister's car... i pointed out were mike's dad's shop was, i drove up gerard showing her dave's old loft where he was kind enough to house me and my ferret for a winter, retelling old tales of what it was like to wake up in the early am and shower in the school gym before his mother woke, because we couldn't let her find out. i took her down to morningside and we walked along the seawall. i showed her the place i slept under the tree nearly every night that senior summer i was homeless waking up to a beautiful sunrise and hope for another day that i could spoil.
hufffff...
also, a dancer at alchemy who really wanted my sister brought over a little orange tabby kitten who i demanded stay with us. his name is ollie (or oliver, or le mheu <- because he isn't a howler, he just softly mhew's). he's a fucking nutty pud, but he's well on his way to fattening up and being lazy ;) those early mornings when he crawls under my covers, with slow purrs, poking his head up from underneath, just for a little bit of love along his neckline, then ducking back under and curling up between my legs, still purring lazily... i think i've needed that.
jeeZ. :P
so many things have happened since i've come to new haven. i'm sure some have been positive and some have been very trying, but i think i'm moving toward a positive place. it was really nice having spen here. he taught me the fine arts of frizbee golf and saved not only mine but emily's ass by going way out of his way to cart us from union station to the bridgeport ferry laughing in the face of deadline pressure... i heard he left at four am this morning. he said goodbye to me while i was consumed with work. i should have been there when he played his final show at daniel st., not to mention so many other times when i should have been there, because i worry that i'll never see him again, but that just might be the feeling that comes with this dying season, or the realization that so many friends i've had are already gone.
if anything of the times that spen and i have had together while stuck in this place, a few workplace memories are of him chiming on the empty kegs with his drumsticks, telling kourt to fill the empty air with noise, verbally honking back at the endless precession of cars leaving the block, drumming out the beats of an acoustic demo of here is no why on my body, chris' car, the rails of the seventh floor garage, and the barrage of snowballs flung at the people who were only a few spots away taunting us in their warm seclusion.
i miss having people i can talk to up here. i showed emily around milford for about an hour while i had my sister's car... i pointed out were mike's dad's shop was, i drove up gerard showing her dave's old loft where he was kind enough to house me and my ferret for a winter, retelling old tales of what it was like to wake up in the early am and shower in the school gym before his mother woke, because we couldn't let her find out. i took her down to morningside and we walked along the seawall. i showed her the place i slept under the tree nearly every night that senior summer i was homeless waking up to a beautiful sunrise and hope for another day that i could spoil.
hufffff...
also, a dancer at alchemy who really wanted my sister brought over a little orange tabby kitten who i demanded stay with us. his name is ollie (or oliver, or le mheu <- because he isn't a howler, he just softly mhew's). he's a fucking nutty pud, but he's well on his way to fattening up and being lazy ;) those early mornings when he crawls under my covers, with slow purrs, poking his head up from underneath, just for a little bit of love along his neckline, then ducking back under and curling up between my legs, still purring lazily... i think i've needed that.
jeeZ. :P