HEY!!! She didn't write this on Saturday!! Yeah, I did. In a notebook.
Well, yesterday was certainly weird. I'm not sure if things "worked out" or not, but for the most part, I'd say they did. I could say they did because it was nice out and people came to my place unexpectedly. It's nice to have company sometimes. I hope it happens more often, and if it does, maybe I'll finally have the motivation to tidy up more. I'm sorry you had to smell garbage, dirty dishes and cat piss/shit in my kitchen (did you notice the table in the kitchen? The one that broke on New Year's.). I'm sorry for the dirty underwear in the bathroom. I could also say things didn't work out because I didn't get enough to eat and, instead of spending time with my visitors, I passed out around 11:00!!!
After work, KC and I had coffee and food upstairs. I had a yummy samosa while he enjoyed his spanokopita. We were waiting because four different people told me they MIGHT come pick me up at 6:00. I was a little disappointed that none of them showed, but the only one that upset me was Lavender. He didn't say maybe. He said "If I'm downtown, I'll stop in." I saw him walk by with Johnny at five after five, but he didn't stop in.
We finished our food and got tired of waiting; no one was coming. We left and headed up the hill. That's when we spot Lav and John sitting on the wall. Cory was watching to see if we ended up going to Stage Nine after work. We sat there with them for a little over a half an hour and talked Cory into coming home with us.
On the walk home, Bryan Adams came up somehow. Cory told us a version of Heaven that his coworker told him he heard from a comic on TV FIVE years ago.
"Baby, you're all that I need.
When you're lyin here in my arms
I'm finding it hard to believe
You're eleven
YOUR LOVE IS ALL THAT I NEED..."
We stopped at the Stupid Store on the way. We needed booze and food. KC & Crystal: 1 8-pack of Oland's, Cory: a bottle of red wine. We got the veggie dogs and the buns, and Lav got the cheese.
Home, we cracked into the booze. We listened to stuff, including Sorry Ma. Cory read some things out loud to us, including a nasty review of a local band and some Target: Monkey. Cory hadn't read T: M in ages. Hearing Stardom for the first time in 2 months, in Cory's voice, I gained a new appreciation for it.
We still hadn't broken into the veggie dogs. After my first beer, I quickly drank the bourbon that was leftover from last weekend. After the mugful of Jim Beam, I was already drunk and had a second beer. I was drinking too quickly. The cold beer was just so damn refreshing after a weird and hot and sunny day.
Sometime during my second or third beer, KC mentions Seth and Nancy; they had called earlier. I said "Cory, it's nothing against you I'm having a good time, but they'd make a great addition." He replied that he was probably leaving soon, so we should call them.
Hi, is Nancy there?
"Big Nancy, or Little Nancy?"
Uh, I don't know...Little Nancy, I guess.
"Hi, Crystal. What are you guys doing?"
We're just drinking with Cory Lavender and listening to Napalm Death. You guys could come over if you want." I gave her the address and she said they might be over; they were just around the corner.
Cory left, I opened my fourth beer (in about 2.5 hours AND on top of the whiskey), and we started a poster for our show next week. I like the poster Gerry made (and so does KC), but we wanted to make one of our own. A black and white one that might appeal more to punks. KC & Chik came up with the idea of making it political considering election day is the Monday following the show.
Around 11, the doorbell rang. It's so nice to finally have a new doorbell. We moved in, and had an ear-piercing buzzer. Then, thanks to all the renovations, we had no doorbell for 6 months. It was fine in the winter; people threw snow at the windows. But once the snow melted, things got tough.
KC offered, even though we had just finished our last one just minutes ago. Then it was finally time for the veggie dogs. Standing over the boiling water, I realized how hungry and wasted I was. I figured I'd just lay on the bed while the wieners boiled. That's when I, uh, fell asleep. KC was sweet enough to finish making the food, and brought me mine with some water. I felt too sick to eat my second one. I wondered where I'd left my beer, and laid back on the bed to let the food digest.
I don't remember the phone ringing, but I heard KC, and then Nancy, both tell the person on the other end that the four of us were hanging out and Crystal was already passed out. I was told the Hunter crew were coming over, along with their second newest addition, Tobias. Embarrassed for being out, I got some more water and decided to stay in the bedroom until after they got there. After they arrived, I got even more water and laid back down.
"Crystal, wake up." That was Gerry. Since I had rested and drank plenty of water, I figured I should get up and say hi. I got more water and went into the living room to have a smoke. I grabbed a floor seat between KC and Toby, and sat there smoking and spinning. The rest of the night was fun. People talked and listened to music. Then people left and I went to bed.
AND THEN, there was this morning. I woke up around 8:30 in extreme agony. I went pee. My belly was a mess. I thought I had to poo, but it wasn't happening. I ate a hotdog bun and drank 2 glasses of water. I was almost back to sleep, when my gut hurt again. KC had his arm around me, and I couldn't take the pressure on my intestines. I respectfully pushed his arm off and got up again. That is when my ass exploded. I now felt better and slept soundly for a couple more hours.
When I wrote this, I was at Charlie's, drinking by myself while Hi Firey jammed, wondering what tonight has in store. Doesn't seem like much.
Since I wrote this, Saturday became something. We got home with a quart of rye and the fixin's for jambalaya, but there were messages from Meg. We forgot we were supposed to celebrate graduation with KC's classmates. I typed some of this, with one hand, before rushing back out the door. My other hand was alternating between smoking and chugging some rye 'n ginger. Then it was down to Tribeca. I had never been there. For the longest time, I avoided the place because I was bitter the Mokka was gone. Then, it just became habit. I assumed the place was too expensive and artsy for me. We had an odd time there. It seems like there were a lot of rules, and the bartender was probably pissed that we changed tables so many times. I had some yummy food. The portions were small, and presented prettily, but that chicken and mango and brie quesadilla was from heaven. We convinced some of the classmates to come to the Seahorse with us. We got there just after Flagshipsinker. Meghan got me moshing to the New Breed and my bum still hurts. I don't really know how to "mosh." I just push people and bounce off of them. A few girls came home with us, and we talked and drank rye until the wee hours of the morning.
Sunday, we had the jambalaya. We brought our neighbour over to drink the rye with us. He's becoming a good friend of ours. He was so generous on KC's birthday, we were bothered that we had missed his. He's into illustration, so he helped KC finish our poster.
Well, yesterday was certainly weird. I'm not sure if things "worked out" or not, but for the most part, I'd say they did. I could say they did because it was nice out and people came to my place unexpectedly. It's nice to have company sometimes. I hope it happens more often, and if it does, maybe I'll finally have the motivation to tidy up more. I'm sorry you had to smell garbage, dirty dishes and cat piss/shit in my kitchen (did you notice the table in the kitchen? The one that broke on New Year's.). I'm sorry for the dirty underwear in the bathroom. I could also say things didn't work out because I didn't get enough to eat and, instead of spending time with my visitors, I passed out around 11:00!!!
After work, KC and I had coffee and food upstairs. I had a yummy samosa while he enjoyed his spanokopita. We were waiting because four different people told me they MIGHT come pick me up at 6:00. I was a little disappointed that none of them showed, but the only one that upset me was Lavender. He didn't say maybe. He said "If I'm downtown, I'll stop in." I saw him walk by with Johnny at five after five, but he didn't stop in.
We finished our food and got tired of waiting; no one was coming. We left and headed up the hill. That's when we spot Lav and John sitting on the wall. Cory was watching to see if we ended up going to Stage Nine after work. We sat there with them for a little over a half an hour and talked Cory into coming home with us.
On the walk home, Bryan Adams came up somehow. Cory told us a version of Heaven that his coworker told him he heard from a comic on TV FIVE years ago.
"Baby, you're all that I need.
When you're lyin here in my arms
I'm finding it hard to believe
You're eleven
YOUR LOVE IS ALL THAT I NEED..."
We stopped at the Stupid Store on the way. We needed booze and food. KC & Crystal: 1 8-pack of Oland's, Cory: a bottle of red wine. We got the veggie dogs and the buns, and Lav got the cheese.
Home, we cracked into the booze. We listened to stuff, including Sorry Ma. Cory read some things out loud to us, including a nasty review of a local band and some Target: Monkey. Cory hadn't read T: M in ages. Hearing Stardom for the first time in 2 months, in Cory's voice, I gained a new appreciation for it.
We still hadn't broken into the veggie dogs. After my first beer, I quickly drank the bourbon that was leftover from last weekend. After the mugful of Jim Beam, I was already drunk and had a second beer. I was drinking too quickly. The cold beer was just so damn refreshing after a weird and hot and sunny day.
Sometime during my second or third beer, KC mentions Seth and Nancy; they had called earlier. I said "Cory, it's nothing against you I'm having a good time, but they'd make a great addition." He replied that he was probably leaving soon, so we should call them.
Hi, is Nancy there?
"Big Nancy, or Little Nancy?"
Uh, I don't know...Little Nancy, I guess.
"Hi, Crystal. What are you guys doing?"
We're just drinking with Cory Lavender and listening to Napalm Death. You guys could come over if you want." I gave her the address and she said they might be over; they were just around the corner.
Cory left, I opened my fourth beer (in about 2.5 hours AND on top of the whiskey), and we started a poster for our show next week. I like the poster Gerry made (and so does KC), but we wanted to make one of our own. A black and white one that might appeal more to punks. KC & Chik came up with the idea of making it political considering election day is the Monday following the show.
Around 11, the doorbell rang. It's so nice to finally have a new doorbell. We moved in, and had an ear-piercing buzzer. Then, thanks to all the renovations, we had no doorbell for 6 months. It was fine in the winter; people threw snow at the windows. But once the snow melted, things got tough.
KC offered, even though we had just finished our last one just minutes ago. Then it was finally time for the veggie dogs. Standing over the boiling water, I realized how hungry and wasted I was. I figured I'd just lay on the bed while the wieners boiled. That's when I, uh, fell asleep. KC was sweet enough to finish making the food, and brought me mine with some water. I felt too sick to eat my second one. I wondered where I'd left my beer, and laid back on the bed to let the food digest.
I don't remember the phone ringing, but I heard KC, and then Nancy, both tell the person on the other end that the four of us were hanging out and Crystal was already passed out. I was told the Hunter crew were coming over, along with their second newest addition, Tobias. Embarrassed for being out, I got some more water and decided to stay in the bedroom until after they got there. After they arrived, I got even more water and laid back down.
"Crystal, wake up." That was Gerry. Since I had rested and drank plenty of water, I figured I should get up and say hi. I got more water and went into the living room to have a smoke. I grabbed a floor seat between KC and Toby, and sat there smoking and spinning. The rest of the night was fun. People talked and listened to music. Then people left and I went to bed.
AND THEN, there was this morning. I woke up around 8:30 in extreme agony. I went pee. My belly was a mess. I thought I had to poo, but it wasn't happening. I ate a hotdog bun and drank 2 glasses of water. I was almost back to sleep, when my gut hurt again. KC had his arm around me, and I couldn't take the pressure on my intestines. I respectfully pushed his arm off and got up again. That is when my ass exploded. I now felt better and slept soundly for a couple more hours.
When I wrote this, I was at Charlie's, drinking by myself while Hi Firey jammed, wondering what tonight has in store. Doesn't seem like much.
Since I wrote this, Saturday became something. We got home with a quart of rye and the fixin's for jambalaya, but there were messages from Meg. We forgot we were supposed to celebrate graduation with KC's classmates. I typed some of this, with one hand, before rushing back out the door. My other hand was alternating between smoking and chugging some rye 'n ginger. Then it was down to Tribeca. I had never been there. For the longest time, I avoided the place because I was bitter the Mokka was gone. Then, it just became habit. I assumed the place was too expensive and artsy for me. We had an odd time there. It seems like there were a lot of rules, and the bartender was probably pissed that we changed tables so many times. I had some yummy food. The portions were small, and presented prettily, but that chicken and mango and brie quesadilla was from heaven. We convinced some of the classmates to come to the Seahorse with us. We got there just after Flagshipsinker. Meghan got me moshing to the New Breed and my bum still hurts. I don't really know how to "mosh." I just push people and bounce off of them. A few girls came home with us, and we talked and drank rye until the wee hours of the morning.
Sunday, we had the jambalaya. We brought our neighbour over to drink the rye with us. He's becoming a good friend of ours. He was so generous on KC's birthday, we were bothered that we had missed his. He's into illustration, so he helped KC finish our poster.
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