fridaysaturdayalloneday
yesterday i worked from 9 to 4, but it didnt seem like it cause i lunched at home with greta. she made pesto chicken sandwiches like the ones i craved from deerpath but they were even yummier and the deerpath sandwiches are fast dissappearing from my memory. later that afternoon when i was at work again she flew to ohio; she's teaching in cleveland this weekend. i miss her.
after work i booked it home quick to change into an especially brant-esque outfit, grab some artwork, and head back to camp for Artists' Night which is an awesome talent show (of sorts) featuring the staff of the program. it was great. my work went over well. we sang a song for babs, who is retiring.
then kate, danny, and i left in search of booze but couldn't find anywhere open so we turned around and just met up with the after party. it was okay, except that most of the people i was most excited about chilling with were locked into this oppressive grid of never have i ever which isn't a game i care much for, so a handful of us just sat in the other part of the house playing "in my pants," which basically entails yelling "in my pants" whenever you drunkenly think its hilarious. we watched amanda-matt-dana in an unbelievably intricate love triangle, and laughed at nate's inability to pimplingly brush any dirt of his shoulder. at some point megan and i were trying to tell dana to step up her game a bit, because unless matt is gay she should have been winning the love triangle with a lot more success. she sort of snapped at me and said, "welcome to straightville" and shot me down which sucked a bit. she sort of gets aggressive when she's drunk in a way I'm not all about. anyway, that shit bugs me too because, although i'm everybody's favorite token lesbo, uh, i really am bisexual. and i've had some great relationships with guys. and thats an important part of me. i didnt say anything. i was sober by then, she was very drunk. the other sober people sort of ackowledged the awkwardness and moved on. but today, i cant stop thinking about it.
anyway, as i was saying. i drank early and then held off, sensing that i might want to make an earlier flight than had originally been anticipated. so, sober, i drove home around 3am. when i was leaving some CITs were as well. I talked to Emma a bit, who sounded like she had had just about as much fun as me. i was exhausted and wanted to climb up my stairs and crash, but when i got upstairs i discovered that my roommate, jason, has blown a fuse earlier that day and apparently felt too lazy to venture into the basement to fix it, so he just let the fridge warm up and about 80 bucks worth of groceries are now trashed. lovely. i went to bed anyway; i had to wake up early.
so i wake up at 7 because the Pan-Mass-Challenge, a two-day bike ride which raises about 50 million dollars for cancer research was passing right by the front door of my apartment at 8. i made some posters, got some balloons, and set up a little cheering section. my brother henry and his girlfriend came over and we cheered every single biker on along the way. henry kept yelling to them, "thank you, thank you. you saved my life." and it made me cry a little bit because the three of us were all so moved by the 4,000 people who train all year just for this cause. it really is beautiful. and if it werent for that bike ride, i probably would not have my brother to sit next to today. it was so awesome.
Then, I went back to sleep. Now, I am at my parents house so i can use the internet. later, im thinking, pizza, ice cream, and maybe some video games. even when greta is gone for two days, i miss her so much its like i cant breath.
anyway.
anne
after work i booked it home quick to change into an especially brant-esque outfit, grab some artwork, and head back to camp for Artists' Night which is an awesome talent show (of sorts) featuring the staff of the program. it was great. my work went over well. we sang a song for babs, who is retiring.
then kate, danny, and i left in search of booze but couldn't find anywhere open so we turned around and just met up with the after party. it was okay, except that most of the people i was most excited about chilling with were locked into this oppressive grid of never have i ever which isn't a game i care much for, so a handful of us just sat in the other part of the house playing "in my pants," which basically entails yelling "in my pants" whenever you drunkenly think its hilarious. we watched amanda-matt-dana in an unbelievably intricate love triangle, and laughed at nate's inability to pimplingly brush any dirt of his shoulder. at some point megan and i were trying to tell dana to step up her game a bit, because unless matt is gay she should have been winning the love triangle with a lot more success. she sort of snapped at me and said, "welcome to straightville" and shot me down which sucked a bit. she sort of gets aggressive when she's drunk in a way I'm not all about. anyway, that shit bugs me too because, although i'm everybody's favorite token lesbo, uh, i really am bisexual. and i've had some great relationships with guys. and thats an important part of me. i didnt say anything. i was sober by then, she was very drunk. the other sober people sort of ackowledged the awkwardness and moved on. but today, i cant stop thinking about it.
anyway, as i was saying. i drank early and then held off, sensing that i might want to make an earlier flight than had originally been anticipated. so, sober, i drove home around 3am. when i was leaving some CITs were as well. I talked to Emma a bit, who sounded like she had had just about as much fun as me. i was exhausted and wanted to climb up my stairs and crash, but when i got upstairs i discovered that my roommate, jason, has blown a fuse earlier that day and apparently felt too lazy to venture into the basement to fix it, so he just let the fridge warm up and about 80 bucks worth of groceries are now trashed. lovely. i went to bed anyway; i had to wake up early.
so i wake up at 7 because the Pan-Mass-Challenge, a two-day bike ride which raises about 50 million dollars for cancer research was passing right by the front door of my apartment at 8. i made some posters, got some balloons, and set up a little cheering section. my brother henry and his girlfriend came over and we cheered every single biker on along the way. henry kept yelling to them, "thank you, thank you. you saved my life." and it made me cry a little bit because the three of us were all so moved by the 4,000 people who train all year just for this cause. it really is beautiful. and if it werent for that bike ride, i probably would not have my brother to sit next to today. it was so awesome.
Then, I went back to sleep. Now, I am at my parents house so i can use the internet. later, im thinking, pizza, ice cream, and maybe some video games. even when greta is gone for two days, i miss her so much its like i cant breath.
anyway.
anne