ze passion
This has been such a year, and one of the best nights had kicked in the upcoming one. My head is balanced on a broken neck, which is the result of no sleep and the best New Years I could have ever wished for.
I can’t believe that was less than twenty-four hours, it’s hard to even remember it all. (But I will try.)
3 pm et, December 31st, 2003 A little later than on target, Asher picked me up to head up to Raleigh. But first! An oil change place gave no filter change? Worthless! The drive up was so much fun, dance mixes and telling stories. Pretty quickly we were there, navigated Raleigh and I had fucking missed the Conductor and Adonis Battlefield! (agaiiinnnn ugg) Ryan I’m sorrrrry. All kinds of things were going on at every side, so many bodies and faces, surprises and endeavors. Things settled down over the night, Black Castle filled a spastic room as did the Kodan Armada, seriously mind-blowing. Caroline brought her friend Brad so we rode bikes and stole rainbow pins, okay so not “we”. The only thing of any substance food-wise I think I had all day was the apple pie Asher brought that we had to put in the oven and attract so many hungry people. Then outside in the cold gorging down spoons of steaming pie, I felt so sick afterwards but it was delicious.
Circle Takes the Square actually played a much longer set than expected, it was great, but I was mostly outside/not there for it. How to Beat a Dead Horse was pretty good, I just was getting waves of distraction and exhaustion which made me more apathetic. I missed most of Choke the Rivers with Our Dead, I don’t even know where I was.
After all the music, a huge group dashed over to Mike’s for Midnight and an epic dance party, it’s going down in history. At new years there was a spray of alcohol that got all over everyone and I’m pretty sure Chris kissed me, I was so un-alert, everyone melted into each other. Ryan and I went off, for crackers and peanut butter by his key-light, first waking up someone in some random room, and then finding a room with no light and talked awhile. My God I missed him. I listened to an entire Doctor Seuss book in message! I'm so happy for him right now.
Once out of that quiet room I was all sleepy feeling and the party was ripped, like eyes readjusting to sunlight my mind had to click back into party mode. It was unsuccessful. Opah! Snorting powdered doughnuts and a few drunken hobo threats later, most of the people aside from the ones staying the night were gone.
“Wait wait, Hey, I want my stuff before I leave!”… “You don’t have any stuff.”…”Okay… Wait wait! Hey, I want my stuff, give me my stuff before I leave!” repeat repeat repeat
Positions were assigned but not fulfilled. We watched, some of us, The People Under the Stairs, I kept drifting but I think most of the movie is all the same. So many great quotable lines,
“Yeah, and maybe the President will make me Secretary of Pussy”
“You know, your father's one sick mother. Actually, your mother's one sick mother too.”
Ryan, Mark, Sarah and I were mangled in the most complicated human pretzel, all sleeping on each other. We had the warm, but uncomfortable couch.
My pillow was Ryan’s head and his, my shoulder. His phone was on vibrate, and if that didn’t wake us up then the death in my legs from Mark certainly did. Cold cold cold, I don’t remember sleeping. Brooks emerged a butterfly in the morning, and apparently the Mesozoic Era had ice crystals that fell inside the blanket of fanciful stitchery which made him even colder. He is one of the most quick-witted people I have EVER met. So is Sarah, it really blew my head into pieces. I-95 is alit in flames, you won’t miss it. A shower has never felt so good (gross as I was.) Asher was given all these awkward compliments that were far too memorable. You are a man of perfection. You should be bronzed and put atop the highest mountain and then atop the highest marble pillar, 25 feet of human skull, and a cardboard box. Or, atop a stack of beer bottles balancing on your toe. Then they should have his rules (written in blood and fire), which begin with.
1. Don’t fucking talk shit.
2. Freak the fucking bullcrap
3. Kick out the fucking jams.
Then it was to 47 for IHOP which isn’t really international. The opposite of apples are strawberries (according to our waitress.) Everyone was just so incredibly real; some of my best friends, alongside acquaintances I got to know better, and even further, new people I met. If anything, my resolution will be to not put up with what I don’t need to. There are some fucking excellent people absolutely tearing up the floorboards in dance parties and opening their arms at every opportunity. These are the ONLY people I came into any sort of contact with over the last 24 hours. Period. Like, waiting in line for the bathroom and Kathy introducing her self in an instant and immediately start dancing until it was free. And the stories at IHOP “keys of bone and sinew, lightening rods coming out of his finger tips to play the blackest four keys, not even touching them!”
On the way home, after a difficult goodbye, there was no talk. wMikew rode back with us, I scrawled things I needed to remember, and I kept drifting in and out of sleep. The only regrets I have at all are not meeting the girl who I feel is my mirror image… but because she was drunk, so she is not really my mirror. Two. Being mindless at midnight and not recognizing what was going on or that I was being kissed. Three. Not finally talking to Mike after such delay and regret, I get to regret it some more! We were both asleep, still sucks. Asher showed me what will be his new house and then…..
2.30 pm et, January 1st, 2004!! I was home.
Precursor: A crappy camera combined with a shitty photographer (me, not to mention my being short) = horrible pictures.
Also, forgetting my camera too many times = lack of pictures.
Black Castle
Mike eating someone’s head, clearly amphibious.
Josh's twin.
The Kodan Armada
Hanner got tattooed! The rampant lions, I think this is a familiar theme!
<333
And He’s Off!
He found Caroline’s Western Flyer.
Midnight!!
Mike’s house for some SERIOUS dancing.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I forgot about my camera mostly, which sucks kind of but this is the only dancing picture I got. Chris on Asher :D
IHOP with the Slumber party group in the morning
You have to crop it close for a lj picture!
Ryan knows how to do it.
Sarah is so cute.
Now…. To bed!