Revenge of Nothampton-area Seasonal Funtimes

Apr 26, 2006 14:07

After another awesome weekend in Massachusetts ended with the 7-hour drive back down to Baltimore, Kathryn and I have definitively decided to pack our bags and head for New York as soon as our lease runs out in August. This is not to say that we haven't made such declarations in the past, but this time it's for real, guys. You heard it here first.

We arrived in my parents' driveway in Montague at around 4 Saturday morning, and were so cracked out on the combination of night-driving, Red Bull, and endless games of Ghost we promptly locked the keys in the car. I stomped upstairs in great grumpiness until Kathryn gently reminded me that a simple call to AAA would solve all of our problems, so, with peace restored, we fell asleep immediately.

The next morning, we got dressed ambitiously early and went to print our Keg Hunt/Spin the Bottle photos at CVS. We managed to get all 36 pictures for 29 cents through some ingenious cooperative scamming, then went to look them over at Cale and Jenessa's place out behind Herrell's. This was quite a good time, and reminded me how many nice apartments there are in the valley and how much more pleasant it is than Baltimore, in general.

After this, we headed for Hampshire, with friends arriving from all points and having thoroughly prepped ourselves for any potentially awkward interactions. There were none. Hugs were exchanged, $5 champagne purchased. Marisa's Div III was amazing, as was Alexis's. We managed to lose all of our freshly-printed photos, but since they only cost us 29 cents, we weren't too terribly upset.

After the showing, we went to the gallery, where we drank wine and looked at people's art. I found a little plastic samurai in a candy bowl. Kathryn rang the bell. At the after party somewhere on King St., more good conversations were had, I drank some more, skulked around the dance floor without dancing, and, when the cops busted up the party, Wes and I ran through the back lots of the town, hopping railroad tracks and other obstacles to beat the cars to Fin's place on Cherry Street, solidifying our collective indomitable physical condition. We roasted hot dogs on a grill and eventually went back to Tess and Marisa's where, fueled by Sparks and Aderol, we talked late into the night.

Clearly, this weekend was not destined to end with a depressing Sunday drive back to Bmore, so Kathryn and I called in to our respective workplaces and made up (genius) ailments for each other that would necessitate a hospital visit and thus an extension of our weekend. I gave her an ovarian cyst, she gave me food poisoning masquerading as appendicitis, and, feeling only slightly guilty, we got on with our day.

Back at Montague, we changed our clothes (after Wes informed us that we looked like a couple of "bisexual swingers") and, after much indecision, we decided that we ought to see a movie and that this movie ought to be Silent Hill (http://www.sonypictures.com/movies/silenthill/). More indecision followed, and we ended up at Hampshire passing around a bottle of champagne and watching Law and Order until it was time for the movie to begin. We played a little Boggle; I won. It was like old times.

The movie itself was amazing, even without the tequila, containing such descriptive lines as "I'm on fire!" and featuring lead characters like the dyke cop, the creepy corpse strung up on barbed wire, the cold-eyed cult leader, and a guy in a weird helmet wielding a really, really long knife. (We found out after the fact that the movie was based on a video game, which made the sudden comings and goings of inexplicable adversaries a lot more understandable).

We drove home with Carmina Burana playing full blast on the stereo and decided, through much beer-drinking deliberation, that the only way to unify with those of our friends who chose not to accompany us to the theater was to re-enact Silent Hill in its entirety, with wigs, props, and a narrator. Hilarity ensued, Polaroids were taken. I haven't laughed so hard in months.

All in all, the whole weekend was a grand testament to how much I miss my friends and how much I would like to be living in a location more central to all of them, so it looks like New York is it, folks. Anyone who wants to join us for rooftop Barbecue funtimes on Biddle Street better do it between now and August, because after that time, you're going to have to come to Brooklyn.

Good peace/bad peace, Baltimore. I'm over & out.
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