standard procedure
well tuesday night i did, in fact, see emily again. although i invited dana and lizzie but they were all WE'RE WORKING ON DANA'S COLLEGE ESSAY.
i also invited jeremy but as soon as he heard we were going to the hookah bar all the way (gasp!) downtown, he went home. so it was just me, emily and this kid dan. dan is the kind of guy that i feel like i've met before. he's one of those people who you know used to be a dork but has now blossomed into a really smart man. he wasn't gorgeous per se, but he was really kind and funny and, yes, smart. turns out he has a girlfriend. come to think of it, i'm glad jeremy left because as soon as dan left the room i asked emily what his girlfriend was like. jeremy then was like "why do youuuu want to know?" and he gave me a funny look for the rest of the night while dan was around.
anyway, once jeremy left, we went to sahara east and had wine and were merry, etc. it was only when we went back to dan's house that i actually had fun, though. we played what is apparently the popular drinking game at yale. basically you take turns picking a card and each card means something different. i'll be damned if i can remember them all, but some i do remember are:
4's=all girls drink (see cause it rhymes with WHORES)
6'S=all guys drink (see cause it rhymes with DICKS)
Ace's=everyone drinks
King's=make up a rule
the king one was my favorite only because of this rule i ended up making...i said that every third song that was played on dan's stereo, someone i chose had to tell a secret. so i, of course, picked dan, who asked me to narrow down the secret a bit. i said it could do with anything sexual. (before i go on...this is just for my own sanity...i had completely made up my mind within two minutes of meeting him that i would try to, erm, "flirt" in the way that only a retarded antonia could, but after i heard of his girlfriend, i'm pretty sure i stopped. yeah, i think i stopped. but the point is i felt kind of frustrated. he is the kind of guy that i would never ever want as a boyfriend...too ordinary...but would be the perfect guy to seduce.) anyway, the secret he came up was one of the best i have ever heard:
"well, when it comes to what fantasies i have while masturbating, it usually involves either a turkish harem or a medieval germany setting."
everyone else might not find that as hilarious as i did, but you have to imagine this adorable dork saying it.
yesterday i think i began to feel what i feel in full effect now: a friendly cold! yesterday morning i thought it was just because i smoked half a pack of cigarettes and hookah the night before, but after watching "bad santa" on tivo (not as funny as i would have liked, but ok), i realized it was probably more. i decided to come to my mom's poetry workshop anyway, though.
i'm going to quickly explain what the workshop is cause it's awesome: basically this amazing poet, Lucie Brock-Broido, gets paid a pretty hefty sum by a bunch of poets who come to her house, give her and all the other members their poetry, and listen as it gets edited. i felt pretty at home there. it was easy to just jump right in to the editing process. there were some really amazing poets and some, well, one, really bad one (he actually used "iron-maidened heart"). most importantly, it made me want to write more. i feel like it's time...especially because i feel like i've been having a lot of conversations about how i don't write anymore with a lot of people.
i also got jealous of lucie's house. every item is placed perfectly. she took us upstairs to the apartment that she's fixing up now and i felt even more jealous. i never care about people's houses...it's just that the ability to decorate in a way that reflects who you are is a skill that should be envied.
i felt like shit by the end of the night. and i feel like shit right now. let's just pray that my burning chest goes away before christmas.
i also invited jeremy but as soon as he heard we were going to the hookah bar all the way (gasp!) downtown, he went home. so it was just me, emily and this kid dan. dan is the kind of guy that i feel like i've met before. he's one of those people who you know used to be a dork but has now blossomed into a really smart man. he wasn't gorgeous per se, but he was really kind and funny and, yes, smart. turns out he has a girlfriend. come to think of it, i'm glad jeremy left because as soon as dan left the room i asked emily what his girlfriend was like. jeremy then was like "why do youuuu want to know?" and he gave me a funny look for the rest of the night while dan was around.
anyway, once jeremy left, we went to sahara east and had wine and were merry, etc. it was only when we went back to dan's house that i actually had fun, though. we played what is apparently the popular drinking game at yale. basically you take turns picking a card and each card means something different. i'll be damned if i can remember them all, but some i do remember are:
4's=all girls drink (see cause it rhymes with WHORES)
6'S=all guys drink (see cause it rhymes with DICKS)
Ace's=everyone drinks
King's=make up a rule
the king one was my favorite only because of this rule i ended up making...i said that every third song that was played on dan's stereo, someone i chose had to tell a secret. so i, of course, picked dan, who asked me to narrow down the secret a bit. i said it could do with anything sexual. (before i go on...this is just for my own sanity...i had completely made up my mind within two minutes of meeting him that i would try to, erm, "flirt" in the way that only a retarded antonia could, but after i heard of his girlfriend, i'm pretty sure i stopped. yeah, i think i stopped. but the point is i felt kind of frustrated. he is the kind of guy that i would never ever want as a boyfriend...too ordinary...but would be the perfect guy to seduce.) anyway, the secret he came up was one of the best i have ever heard:
"well, when it comes to what fantasies i have while masturbating, it usually involves either a turkish harem or a medieval germany setting."
everyone else might not find that as hilarious as i did, but you have to imagine this adorable dork saying it.
yesterday i think i began to feel what i feel in full effect now: a friendly cold! yesterday morning i thought it was just because i smoked half a pack of cigarettes and hookah the night before, but after watching "bad santa" on tivo (not as funny as i would have liked, but ok), i realized it was probably more. i decided to come to my mom's poetry workshop anyway, though.
i'm going to quickly explain what the workshop is cause it's awesome: basically this amazing poet, Lucie Brock-Broido, gets paid a pretty hefty sum by a bunch of poets who come to her house, give her and all the other members their poetry, and listen as it gets edited. i felt pretty at home there. it was easy to just jump right in to the editing process. there were some really amazing poets and some, well, one, really bad one (he actually used "iron-maidened heart"). most importantly, it made me want to write more. i feel like it's time...especially because i feel like i've been having a lot of conversations about how i don't write anymore with a lot of people.
i also got jealous of lucie's house. every item is placed perfectly. she took us upstairs to the apartment that she's fixing up now and i felt even more jealous. i never care about people's houses...it's just that the ability to decorate in a way that reflects who you are is a skill that should be envied.
i felt like shit by the end of the night. and i feel like shit right now. let's just pray that my burning chest goes away before christmas.