cue the conversation! (an amazing party for me, a terrible scene for her)
But wait, up there -- a star!
It's shines on you and I tonight
On the hill, in the dark,
So we know that we're not alone...
- Cue Conversation, Skybox
(To Listen: http://www.last.fm/music/Skybox/_/Cue+Conversation)
Whew, last night was a trip! Sarah and I ended up doing our usual "drink a bottle each of wine" ordeal then went over to see her "cool Asian friend" Rebecca, who was indeed very cool and Asian. Her roommate was a sullen, simi-attractive guy named Lewis. He reminded me of the Regina Spektor song "Poor Little Rich Boy" because all of the people, including him, we met were in that comfortable income bracket of "respectability and money," who knew their place and where they were going. All the men were majoring in things like computer engineering or physics and the girls were naturally into things like event planning and public relations. Rebecca in particular had her PR skills down to a tee-- whirling around in a social frenzy, gabbing and laughing and striking poses.
I got into an argument with a conservative which made no sense whatsoever. Read tarot cards for a scientifically-minded guy with a Hawaii shirt on.... we made social calls to a young woman's apartment named Lindsey, who was very blonde, very tan, and had amazing bone-structure.
Unfortunately, Sarah had a bit of a crisis. She got very drunk and distraught with herself because she couldn't think of anything to say or how to be heard by the group. While she fit the image well-- modern, chic haircut and indie-alt. clothes, she couldn't match these people's attitudes, so she just got more and more nervous and depressed. Ended up leaving the party to go cry, which I was totally unaware of.... I'd been so sucked into the witty banter, trying to hold my own and "be cool," that I didn't see her leave....
In fact, she left completely! She got so upset that she straight got into her car, intoxicated and stumbling, and drove herself home! So later, I looked up from my table of conversations, didn't see her, and ended up in the parking lot with Rebecca searching for her car, fearful that she had ran off and got raped and killed somewhere.... I had to sleep in her bed, a woman I just met!
She and Lewis were fine with it, though I felt particularly awkward seeing him in his boxer shorts the next morning and watching them flirt and bicker as they made coffee, eggs, and toast.
Never in my life had I seen people so at ease with themselves. Free and crazy and just.... exactly what they needed to be. I envied them, their stable, comfortable lives.... That kind of self-assured way they got along. Two people who probably never knew hunger or worried about where their next paycheck was coming from.....
Not that that's not going to happen! They're both still college students. Everything is a game now, those few years you have to study, and play, and be yourself..... what golden treasures they are (and were, for me)!
I had a dream last night where I found Sarah and took her up to this grassy glade, with a half-circle of rock formations around it. I touched her on the shoulder and asked her "So how does it feel, being in a dream?" A blissful, euphoric relief of being conscious in my dream-state started to wash over me as I looked around with her at the three suns setting, the lapping ocean, which looked like a monet painting, and the trees, clouds.... ah! It was beautiful. "I'm creating this," I told her in awe. Little houses started cropping up in the water and the suns disappeared..... "It's kind of hard," I admitted right before my subconscious took over again and everything became blurred.
Haha, and how's this for weird.... when I was in Rebecca's bed, she was drunk and in a pillow talking mood, so she told me about her life and her ambitions.... really cool stuff, and I laughed at her comment about being "a cameleon." But then she said, "Oh my god, you're like the first claim to fame I have! I can tell people I made out with the voice for All Things Considered!"
"What?" I asked, confused.
"Oops, well, not made out but..."
"Haha, I had all my lesbo experiences in high school, thanks," I lied, since technically my lesbo experiences were in college.
"Haha, yeah, me too," she said quickly.
Awk....ward.
It's shines on you and I tonight
On the hill, in the dark,
So we know that we're not alone...
- Cue Conversation, Skybox
(To Listen: http://www.last.fm/music/Skybox/_/Cue+Conversation)
Whew, last night was a trip! Sarah and I ended up doing our usual "drink a bottle each of wine" ordeal then went over to see her "cool Asian friend" Rebecca, who was indeed very cool and Asian. Her roommate was a sullen, simi-attractive guy named Lewis. He reminded me of the Regina Spektor song "Poor Little Rich Boy" because all of the people, including him, we met were in that comfortable income bracket of "respectability and money," who knew their place and where they were going. All the men were majoring in things like computer engineering or physics and the girls were naturally into things like event planning and public relations. Rebecca in particular had her PR skills down to a tee-- whirling around in a social frenzy, gabbing and laughing and striking poses.
I got into an argument with a conservative which made no sense whatsoever. Read tarot cards for a scientifically-minded guy with a Hawaii shirt on.... we made social calls to a young woman's apartment named Lindsey, who was very blonde, very tan, and had amazing bone-structure.
Unfortunately, Sarah had a bit of a crisis. She got very drunk and distraught with herself because she couldn't think of anything to say or how to be heard by the group. While she fit the image well-- modern, chic haircut and indie-alt. clothes, she couldn't match these people's attitudes, so she just got more and more nervous and depressed. Ended up leaving the party to go cry, which I was totally unaware of.... I'd been so sucked into the witty banter, trying to hold my own and "be cool," that I didn't see her leave....
In fact, she left completely! She got so upset that she straight got into her car, intoxicated and stumbling, and drove herself home! So later, I looked up from my table of conversations, didn't see her, and ended up in the parking lot with Rebecca searching for her car, fearful that she had ran off and got raped and killed somewhere.... I had to sleep in her bed, a woman I just met!
She and Lewis were fine with it, though I felt particularly awkward seeing him in his boxer shorts the next morning and watching them flirt and bicker as they made coffee, eggs, and toast.
Never in my life had I seen people so at ease with themselves. Free and crazy and just.... exactly what they needed to be. I envied them, their stable, comfortable lives.... That kind of self-assured way they got along. Two people who probably never knew hunger or worried about where their next paycheck was coming from.....
Not that that's not going to happen! They're both still college students. Everything is a game now, those few years you have to study, and play, and be yourself..... what golden treasures they are (and were, for me)!
I had a dream last night where I found Sarah and took her up to this grassy glade, with a half-circle of rock formations around it. I touched her on the shoulder and asked her "So how does it feel, being in a dream?" A blissful, euphoric relief of being conscious in my dream-state started to wash over me as I looked around with her at the three suns setting, the lapping ocean, which looked like a monet painting, and the trees, clouds.... ah! It was beautiful. "I'm creating this," I told her in awe. Little houses started cropping up in the water and the suns disappeared..... "It's kind of hard," I admitted right before my subconscious took over again and everything became blurred.
Haha, and how's this for weird.... when I was in Rebecca's bed, she was drunk and in a pillow talking mood, so she told me about her life and her ambitions.... really cool stuff, and I laughed at her comment about being "a cameleon." But then she said, "Oh my god, you're like the first claim to fame I have! I can tell people I made out with the voice for All Things Considered!"
"What?" I asked, confused.
"Oops, well, not made out but..."
"Haha, I had all my lesbo experiences in high school, thanks," I lied, since technically my lesbo experiences were in college.
"Haha, yeah, me too," she said quickly.
Awk....ward.