party to the gus
there was this little party at my house on friday.
i don't even know what the fuck to say about it other than everyone seemed to have a good time, and i did too. one random event after another. something about sitting on the porch and drinking, going in and dancing, running into too many people i went to high school with, the party somehow moving into my bedroom by the end of the evening. something about the random straight scenesters doing coke on my bed. something about riding in the back of a truck with a model boy out to a hot tub in the west hills as the sun came up.
something about that model boy. he was a scorpio with a cancer moon, which theoretically is like my perfect match, but there's really no accounting for individuality in that astrology. i certainly didn't sleep with him for his personality.
and he claims to have dated gus van sant, which is a pretty bold thing to claim if you ask me.
and as i thought about it on the bus this morning, who should get onto the bus but gus himself. no shitting. mr. van sant sat across the aisle from me for two blocks before i had to get off. i should have said hi. i should have said "do you know a boy named a*** m****? because he sure drops your name like a hot potato."
or i should have said something amazingly deep and well-delivered that made him realize what a mistake he'd made in not calling me back to audition for him again.
but i said nothing. there goes my chance at being gus's buddy and skyrocketing to stardom.
some other day i guess.
i don't even know what the fuck to say about it other than everyone seemed to have a good time, and i did too. one random event after another. something about sitting on the porch and drinking, going in and dancing, running into too many people i went to high school with, the party somehow moving into my bedroom by the end of the evening. something about the random straight scenesters doing coke on my bed. something about riding in the back of a truck with a model boy out to a hot tub in the west hills as the sun came up.
something about that model boy. he was a scorpio with a cancer moon, which theoretically is like my perfect match, but there's really no accounting for individuality in that astrology. i certainly didn't sleep with him for his personality.
and he claims to have dated gus van sant, which is a pretty bold thing to claim if you ask me.
and as i thought about it on the bus this morning, who should get onto the bus but gus himself. no shitting. mr. van sant sat across the aisle from me for two blocks before i had to get off. i should have said hi. i should have said "do you know a boy named a*** m****? because he sure drops your name like a hot potato."
or i should have said something amazingly deep and well-delivered that made him realize what a mistake he'd made in not calling me back to audition for him again.
but i said nothing. there goes my chance at being gus's buddy and skyrocketing to stardom.
some other day i guess.