Last weekend
Ok, I have to get out everything that's happening now so I don't even have to try and remember it next week. Unfortunately, a post with this underlying feeling might be skimpy on details, which I regret. Well, then.
Starting last week: Friday it finally dawned on me that Molly and I were going to Philadelphia that weekend, so I ran around after work trying to get shit together. We left at around midnight. I go to sleep now at ten pm, so about two thirty/three o'clock I take a nap for about 45 minutes. I wake up to Molly saying, "Is this the exit?"
"Yes. No! I don't think so." I could barely get my both my eyes to open at the same time, let alone to focus, without glasses, on a large, fuzzy green rectangle coming at me at seventy miles an hour. So we drive on 81 for about a half hour before I was cognitive enough to realize that we were definitely, in fact, and without question going the wrong way. We stopped at a gas station and took a break. Amongst the brightly colored impulse buys was a sign that said "Five Layers of Fun". Suddenly, "I need Five Layers of Fun in my life," comes out of nowhere. Then I feel my mouth close. I laughed at myself inside, and grabbed one. We left the store, switched job titles in the car, and headed off in the direction we came. We got to Philly at six thirty, am. Artie and Heather were still up, so we talked to them for a little bit, then we all headed off to bed. We had a big day ahead of us.
I went up and laid down, but couldn't sleep. That seemed a running theme through the weekend. I started a book my sister gave me, and fell asleep about a half hour later. Again, I slept for 45 minutes, waking up 45 minutes before my alarm was set to go off. I got up, dressed and dialed up GirlSean, hoping I wasn't going to be waking her up. Luckily, my hunch about her always being up early was right. So I drove over there for coffee. I had two large cups. We talked for about an hour or so. I saw her little girl Luta (the only child on this earth I like, or can tolerate in excessive amounts of time), and then was off to have breakfast with my friend, Ben L. There was something holding up traffic on 76, so we decided I'd just go there for coffee. I got there, had another cup of coffee and played with Jez, his adorable, sweet, wonderful Rotty. Ben cut up some apples, bread, and some cheeses- goat cheese Gouda, aged and not-aged. (I should think to do things like that- it was really good!) We only had a couple hours- he had things to do that day. But I met one roommate, Gadalya (swoon), and nearly had him going to the Dali exhibit with me, but he didn't want to rush seeing it, and he had to go to work. Who wants to go to work on a head full of Dali anyway? You need a bottle of wine and a night to digest.
Left Ben's, after making plans for breakfast the next day, and went to 307. Oh, between those two things, the muffler on Molly's car fell down. I pulled into the station on Broad near Wharton (I think). In general, I get a kick out of doing car stuff in front of other people- when I am able to fix it, otherwise, forget it. So I root around in Molly's trunk for, hopefully, a hanger. No such luck, but I did find a bungee cord. So, I scooted under the back of the car and strung it up, politely brushing off the attendant's offer of help. There wasn't much that he could do that I couldn't. But he did mention that if there wasn't a wire in the cord, the likelihood was that it would burn through. Good thinking! I was just going to take some wire hangers with us, in case, but instead later on Molly and I switched them out, in Jersey, while gay boys stayed inside not getting dirty. Silly gay boys, dirty is fun!
On to three-oh-seven: I tried to sleep, I really did. For four hours I laid on Arties bed, pretending to be asleep, like maybe I could trick my body. That didn't work, so when Sean got home we went and got more coffee, they got real food, and I had chocolate cake. Mmmm, cake. It was WONDERFUL being able to smoke in Cosi. Damn I miss that.
At this point, I'm pretty set to get going, all hopped up, literally. ALL weekend, I was bouncing on the balls of my feet. Up, down, up, down, up, down. A couple times the pressure change was too much and I got dizzy.
The party was bangin'. A very healthy amount of people throughout the night. Poor Kate, we talked a bunch and she must think I'm crazy. I remember I periodically would put my hands on top of my head and say "I think my head is going explode like a volcano." I got to talk to Kelly, who I was really looking forward to talking to about massage school. Man, she's neat. I like her a lot. I didn't get to talk to a lot of people I would've liked to, but Molly and I did get to talk to Dave for a bit, which I enjoyed a bunch.
We left at about one, and took the long way to any store because what I thought I remembered I apparently didn't. We bought some foodstuffs and cigarettes and went home. We got to bed around three.
Sunday breakfast and the week so far, comes tomorrow later on.
Starting last week: Friday it finally dawned on me that Molly and I were going to Philadelphia that weekend, so I ran around after work trying to get shit together. We left at around midnight. I go to sleep now at ten pm, so about two thirty/three o'clock I take a nap for about 45 minutes. I wake up to Molly saying, "Is this the exit?"
"Yes. No! I don't think so." I could barely get my both my eyes to open at the same time, let alone to focus, without glasses, on a large, fuzzy green rectangle coming at me at seventy miles an hour. So we drive on 81 for about a half hour before I was cognitive enough to realize that we were definitely, in fact, and without question going the wrong way. We stopped at a gas station and took a break. Amongst the brightly colored impulse buys was a sign that said "Five Layers of Fun". Suddenly, "I need Five Layers of Fun in my life," comes out of nowhere. Then I feel my mouth close. I laughed at myself inside, and grabbed one. We left the store, switched job titles in the car, and headed off in the direction we came. We got to Philly at six thirty, am. Artie and Heather were still up, so we talked to them for a little bit, then we all headed off to bed. We had a big day ahead of us.
I went up and laid down, but couldn't sleep. That seemed a running theme through the weekend. I started a book my sister gave me, and fell asleep about a half hour later. Again, I slept for 45 minutes, waking up 45 minutes before my alarm was set to go off. I got up, dressed and dialed up GirlSean, hoping I wasn't going to be waking her up. Luckily, my hunch about her always being up early was right. So I drove over there for coffee. I had two large cups. We talked for about an hour or so. I saw her little girl Luta (the only child on this earth I like, or can tolerate in excessive amounts of time), and then was off to have breakfast with my friend, Ben L. There was something holding up traffic on 76, so we decided I'd just go there for coffee. I got there, had another cup of coffee and played with Jez, his adorable, sweet, wonderful Rotty. Ben cut up some apples, bread, and some cheeses- goat cheese Gouda, aged and not-aged. (I should think to do things like that- it was really good!) We only had a couple hours- he had things to do that day. But I met one roommate, Gadalya (swoon), and nearly had him going to the Dali exhibit with me, but he didn't want to rush seeing it, and he had to go to work. Who wants to go to work on a head full of Dali anyway? You need a bottle of wine and a night to digest.
Left Ben's, after making plans for breakfast the next day, and went to 307. Oh, between those two things, the muffler on Molly's car fell down. I pulled into the station on Broad near Wharton (I think). In general, I get a kick out of doing car stuff in front of other people- when I am able to fix it, otherwise, forget it. So I root around in Molly's trunk for, hopefully, a hanger. No such luck, but I did find a bungee cord. So, I scooted under the back of the car and strung it up, politely brushing off the attendant's offer of help. There wasn't much that he could do that I couldn't. But he did mention that if there wasn't a wire in the cord, the likelihood was that it would burn through. Good thinking! I was just going to take some wire hangers with us, in case, but instead later on Molly and I switched them out, in Jersey, while gay boys stayed inside not getting dirty. Silly gay boys, dirty is fun!
On to three-oh-seven: I tried to sleep, I really did. For four hours I laid on Arties bed, pretending to be asleep, like maybe I could trick my body. That didn't work, so when Sean got home we went and got more coffee, they got real food, and I had chocolate cake. Mmmm, cake. It was WONDERFUL being able to smoke in Cosi. Damn I miss that.
At this point, I'm pretty set to get going, all hopped up, literally. ALL weekend, I was bouncing on the balls of my feet. Up, down, up, down, up, down. A couple times the pressure change was too much and I got dizzy.
The party was bangin'. A very healthy amount of people throughout the night. Poor Kate, we talked a bunch and she must think I'm crazy. I remember I periodically would put my hands on top of my head and say "I think my head is going explode like a volcano." I got to talk to Kelly, who I was really looking forward to talking to about massage school. Man, she's neat. I like her a lot. I didn't get to talk to a lot of people I would've liked to, but Molly and I did get to talk to Dave for a bit, which I enjoyed a bunch.
We left at about one, and took the long way to any store because what I thought I remembered I apparently didn't. We bought some foodstuffs and cigarettes and went home. We got to bed around three.
Sunday breakfast and the week so far, comes tomorrow later on.