Three Awesome Weekends: Weekend One
Friday the 9th: Decompression with Megan, Jessica, Allegra, Carolyn and Me.
Five awesome people walk in to a hookah bar. They do not walk out until three hours later. Groovy and relaxing times were had by all.
An interesting conversation: A tiny girl in huge heals starts talking to me while I am washing my hands. "You've done this before, right?" she says, "Is this like pot? How hard is this going to hit me?" I am alarmed.
"It's just relaxing," I say, "It won't really hit you at all, you'll just feel chill." I feel like chill is a word she might understand. It only occurs to me later that sense she is tiny, and has never done this before she might feel a little queasy, as was the problem with Jessica. I wonder if she ended up getting sick and was upset I didn't warn her.
Saturday the 10th: Dance The Night Away with Ellen, Jessica, Allegra and Me. Special appearances by Our Friends from UMKC.
In the afternoon I am at the park with some friends. I say to them, "I feel like I could handle having a job right now." On our way home we stop at Muddie's to get coffee. They have a help wanted sign in the window.
Allegra and I plain to watch the sunrise. We consult the weather channel to see when that might be accomplished. We go do a dance party at a loft downtown and remain there for several hours. Copious amounts of alcohol are imbibed by pretty much everyone but me and Ellen. I feel ridiculously swank. (Loft party. Downtown. Full of fashionistas and scene persons. Exposed brick and I-beams. Studio space full of random stuff. People dancing so hard you can see the ceiling moving.)
We return home when we are too tired to dance any longer, but are too wired to consider sleeping and instead go sit outside on the smoker's deck. We meet four awesome people from UMKC who were randomly wandering around our green, proceeded to talk to them for two hours. The are theater type students. I am delighted. We go to Chubby's together because we are hungry. Everyone has a thrilling time even though they are out of mac'n'cheese wedges, and we return home at 4:30 AM. In an attempt to stay awake to watch the sunrise Allegra and I watch Doctor Who. We fall asleep and wake up an hour later to find that it has become ridiculously overcast, and any attempts to watch the sunrise will be thwarted by thick cloud cover. We instead go to bed.
Sunday the 11th: Where is my Face? with Elane, Clarice, Michelle, and Me. Guest Artists Regina Spektor and Only Son.
I wake up in time to take a shower, eat dinner and done concert-going attire. I stand in The Longest Line I Have Ever Stood In (For A Concert). We get completely awesome spots. Only Son is adorable. He has a Beverage plain. (Tea time now, whiskey time later) He has dreams where his sugar does not have high enough resolution to sweeten his coffee. He finally beats Darth Vader. He has an iPod band with an inferiority complex. They talk it out.
Regina is altogether awesome. She wears a shiny pewter dress and rolls off her lipstick on her coffee cup. She bangs chairs for percussion and rocks out on her teal guitar. She has amazing lights and everything feels like stars. Going "UH" with your whole body is one of the most cathartic experiences ever. She is right: I would of regretted it in the morning if I hadn't.
We feel too amazing to go home, so we pick up CJ and drive around Mission Hills and look at the big houses and speculate about life.
Before i go to bed I fill out an application. I skip Wood Shop the next morning so I can turn it in in person.
Five awesome people walk in to a hookah bar. They do not walk out until three hours later. Groovy and relaxing times were had by all.
An interesting conversation: A tiny girl in huge heals starts talking to me while I am washing my hands. "You've done this before, right?" she says, "Is this like pot? How hard is this going to hit me?" I am alarmed.
"It's just relaxing," I say, "It won't really hit you at all, you'll just feel chill." I feel like chill is a word she might understand. It only occurs to me later that sense she is tiny, and has never done this before she might feel a little queasy, as was the problem with Jessica. I wonder if she ended up getting sick and was upset I didn't warn her.
Saturday the 10th: Dance The Night Away with Ellen, Jessica, Allegra and Me. Special appearances by Our Friends from UMKC.
In the afternoon I am at the park with some friends. I say to them, "I feel like I could handle having a job right now." On our way home we stop at Muddie's to get coffee. They have a help wanted sign in the window.
Allegra and I plain to watch the sunrise. We consult the weather channel to see when that might be accomplished. We go do a dance party at a loft downtown and remain there for several hours. Copious amounts of alcohol are imbibed by pretty much everyone but me and Ellen. I feel ridiculously swank. (Loft party. Downtown. Full of fashionistas and scene persons. Exposed brick and I-beams. Studio space full of random stuff. People dancing so hard you can see the ceiling moving.)
We return home when we are too tired to dance any longer, but are too wired to consider sleeping and instead go sit outside on the smoker's deck. We meet four awesome people from UMKC who were randomly wandering around our green, proceeded to talk to them for two hours. The are theater type students. I am delighted. We go to Chubby's together because we are hungry. Everyone has a thrilling time even though they are out of mac'n'cheese wedges, and we return home at 4:30 AM. In an attempt to stay awake to watch the sunrise Allegra and I watch Doctor Who. We fall asleep and wake up an hour later to find that it has become ridiculously overcast, and any attempts to watch the sunrise will be thwarted by thick cloud cover. We instead go to bed.
Sunday the 11th: Where is my Face? with Elane, Clarice, Michelle, and Me. Guest Artists Regina Spektor and Only Son.
I wake up in time to take a shower, eat dinner and done concert-going attire. I stand in The Longest Line I Have Ever Stood In (For A Concert). We get completely awesome spots. Only Son is adorable. He has a Beverage plain. (Tea time now, whiskey time later) He has dreams where his sugar does not have high enough resolution to sweeten his coffee. He finally beats Darth Vader. He has an iPod band with an inferiority complex. They talk it out.
Regina is altogether awesome. She wears a shiny pewter dress and rolls off her lipstick on her coffee cup. She bangs chairs for percussion and rocks out on her teal guitar. She has amazing lights and everything feels like stars. Going "UH" with your whole body is one of the most cathartic experiences ever. She is right: I would of regretted it in the morning if I hadn't.
We feel too amazing to go home, so we pick up CJ and drive around Mission Hills and look at the big houses and speculate about life.
Before i go to bed I fill out an application. I skip Wood Shop the next morning so I can turn it in in person.