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Aug. 6th, 2002 03:03 pmit's been a long weekend. it's tuesday. the weekend, as posh points out, starts on wednesday night. crikey. this is the problem with friends who spend too much time in the south end.
the three of us, posh j. and me, flipped about boston, settling the longest at the enormous room, meeting a couple of new people randomly. one guy who someone had told the secrets of insta-cool, but he hadnt gotten it quite right (glasses: check. nerdy way of talking: doh!). met a nice girl from california who had wacky hair. posh was mortified that i would talk to her. snob. the silver leather pants were a great idea. she and i ended up talking about the science of knowing everyone. i should write the freakin' manual. step one: wear silver leather pants (or have some other type of instant conversation piece: weird piece of clothing, dog, tattoo, whatever). they worked great.
and what were they playing on the ones and twos? "life on MTV" or some such knock-off. i resisted the desire to sing along.
i dont know what it was, but the mess of us was _not_ ready to go home. ill admit that normally, half of me is disgusted that boston sleeps so early, the other half is thankful. boston is the only place in the universe where i can be a scenester (sic) and still get a full night's rest. (oh i forgot to tell you, bree told me recently that i was the "outside observer"; this is what happens when you talk to people who are even more on the inside than you are; however, i think, in a deep way, she is correct.)
anyway, we headed to charlie's kitchen for a few minutes where i (surprise!) ran into soccerboy and a friend of his from work, a tall lanky gal who was three sheets to the wind and super affectionate to me, but not the dudes. she more blue and orange and had one of those surprising faces that is too colorful to be real. she looked like an african flag, but in a good way. she looked saturated. when we next went to the hong kong (oh my goodness, how's _that_ for subtext?) she saturated the two cops at the door with her affection, and i was worried something would happen. i was too sober for feeling shenanigans. posh spoke loudly to an older dude on his way out, who was carrying a large, obviously carry-out bag, "i mean, it's not the sort of place where you get take-out, you know?"
aye.
so at around three we were cached for places to go, so we headed back to j's place, which turned out to be a good idea. i was pretty exhausted and barely remember anything. we ate cookies and drank coke and talked smack. it felt like high school, but in a good way. like just a couple of pals and no pressure to be anything but real. i crashed early and they stayed up another hour.
i woke up with a severe case of walk of shame. silver pants the day after=not as cool as the night before. ditto for the below-the-boob-line clevage of my prada shirt. j and i got crepes in davis square (so good!) and visited bigN for a few minutes before they ran off to Area2, which apparently i found out later turned out to be a bit of a let-down. like in that mom's waiting in the parking lot for their kids way. went home for a few minutes, but not very long, honestly, before i ended up going to HB's place. they were in the middle of packing, but he gave me a few minutes, i.e. just long enough to miss everyone at Start!
but it was well worth it. sometimes you've got to go with what you need.
so i ran down, looking completely wrong for the evening. i love my white linen pants, but they just werent right with my _clogs_ for an evening on the town. HB put a big beautiful flower in my hair (from the chopped liver date) before i left, and that was the hit of the evening. i totally got my billie holiday on. thankfully the lovely miss sara bee helped me out with some flipflops and the skirt of my dreams. if only i had fake-tanned beforehand.
Start! by the way, was apparently a wash. i hate it when people do something that ends up sucking, because of me. blah.
however, t&c's party was really fun. i got a call from the man like hinkle about the other big party of the night, which sounded so not fun. so we stayed at t&c's which was like family reunion practically. bree was all ex'd about, which sucks sometimes, but it was ok otherwise.
the highlight (or lowlight) was getting my boobs grabbed by some random guy who was coming out from behind sara bee. i was all "is that you sara bee? have you suddenly turned black on me?" but of course she hadnt (she's as cracker as i), and so i ran away to "get some air." jeepers.
otherwise it was cozy. danced a bit, talked to a bunch of people, watched mittins get dissed by some honeys, etc. you know, all the usual stuff.
then we dropped off the two most glamorous members of our crew so they could go make out, and headed to aaron spelling's new show... er, i mean, c's place. pretty dope new crib, i'd say, he's eating it up. it's the big mac attack pad for sure. and when everyone else got there, i _really_ wished i spotted the fake tan. they all looked like sarah michele geller.. in different manifestations: the male SMG, the buffy SMG.. and not when she's forced to peddle product, you know? i felt distinctly fat, pasty, and wierd-looking. oh well. some things never change.
anyway, they were all very nice, in that sort of rowr kind of way. c made the mistake of letting me pick out some music, and, horrors, he even left it on for a few minutes. (skipjames and the debauchery of the evening = not like chocolate and peanut butter). i liked it of course, but it was that like mixed with guilt.
sunday was lost. i cant even tell you what happened.
and yesterday i spent lugging large boxes up and down stairs, getting bruised and beaten by the september 1 god, Lord Land. the new place is absolutely heaven. tall ceilings, pretty kitchen, three floors, fantastic back yard, roof deck, ... not that there was any time to enjoy it yesterday. i showed around 10 and we finished getting everything into the garage around 5, with one pizza break during the day. i continued a little, just getting the necessities upstairs (glad i did, the electricity was off so there was no going down after-hours). we drank warm gatorade and went to the thirsty scholar for burgers and rings.
so that's it. im groggy today and i need to go to the gym, although my calves feel like giant knots. i will sleep like the waking dead tonight, while everyone else is at Coldplay or Clinic.
the three of us, posh j. and me, flipped about boston, settling the longest at the enormous room, meeting a couple of new people randomly. one guy who someone had told the secrets of insta-cool, but he hadnt gotten it quite right (glasses: check. nerdy way of talking: doh!). met a nice girl from california who had wacky hair. posh was mortified that i would talk to her. snob. the silver leather pants were a great idea. she and i ended up talking about the science of knowing everyone. i should write the freakin' manual. step one: wear silver leather pants (or have some other type of instant conversation piece: weird piece of clothing, dog, tattoo, whatever). they worked great.
and what were they playing on the ones and twos? "life on MTV" or some such knock-off. i resisted the desire to sing along.
i dont know what it was, but the mess of us was _not_ ready to go home. ill admit that normally, half of me is disgusted that boston sleeps so early, the other half is thankful. boston is the only place in the universe where i can be a scenester (sic) and still get a full night's rest. (oh i forgot to tell you, bree told me recently that i was the "outside observer"; this is what happens when you talk to people who are even more on the inside than you are; however, i think, in a deep way, she is correct.)
anyway, we headed to charlie's kitchen for a few minutes where i (surprise!) ran into soccerboy and a friend of his from work, a tall lanky gal who was three sheets to the wind and super affectionate to me, but not the dudes. she more blue and orange and had one of those surprising faces that is too colorful to be real. she looked like an african flag, but in a good way. she looked saturated. when we next went to the hong kong (oh my goodness, how's _that_ for subtext?) she saturated the two cops at the door with her affection, and i was worried something would happen. i was too sober for feeling shenanigans. posh spoke loudly to an older dude on his way out, who was carrying a large, obviously carry-out bag, "i mean, it's not the sort of place where you get take-out, you know?"
aye.
so at around three we were cached for places to go, so we headed back to j's place, which turned out to be a good idea. i was pretty exhausted and barely remember anything. we ate cookies and drank coke and talked smack. it felt like high school, but in a good way. like just a couple of pals and no pressure to be anything but real. i crashed early and they stayed up another hour.
i woke up with a severe case of walk of shame. silver pants the day after=not as cool as the night before. ditto for the below-the-boob-line clevage of my prada shirt. j and i got crepes in davis square (so good!) and visited bigN for a few minutes before they ran off to Area2, which apparently i found out later turned out to be a bit of a let-down. like in that mom's waiting in the parking lot for their kids way. went home for a few minutes, but not very long, honestly, before i ended up going to HB's place. they were in the middle of packing, but he gave me a few minutes, i.e. just long enough to miss everyone at Start!
but it was well worth it. sometimes you've got to go with what you need.
so i ran down, looking completely wrong for the evening. i love my white linen pants, but they just werent right with my _clogs_ for an evening on the town. HB put a big beautiful flower in my hair (from the chopped liver date) before i left, and that was the hit of the evening. i totally got my billie holiday on. thankfully the lovely miss sara bee helped me out with some flipflops and the skirt of my dreams. if only i had fake-tanned beforehand.
Start! by the way, was apparently a wash. i hate it when people do something that ends up sucking, because of me. blah.
however, t&c's party was really fun. i got a call from the man like hinkle about the other big party of the night, which sounded so not fun. so we stayed at t&c's which was like family reunion practically. bree was all ex'd about, which sucks sometimes, but it was ok otherwise.
the highlight (or lowlight) was getting my boobs grabbed by some random guy who was coming out from behind sara bee. i was all "is that you sara bee? have you suddenly turned black on me?" but of course she hadnt (she's as cracker as i), and so i ran away to "get some air." jeepers.
otherwise it was cozy. danced a bit, talked to a bunch of people, watched mittins get dissed by some honeys, etc. you know, all the usual stuff.
then we dropped off the two most glamorous members of our crew so they could go make out, and headed to aaron spelling's new show... er, i mean, c's place. pretty dope new crib, i'd say, he's eating it up. it's the big mac attack pad for sure. and when everyone else got there, i _really_ wished i spotted the fake tan. they all looked like sarah michele geller.. in different manifestations: the male SMG, the buffy SMG.. and not when she's forced to peddle product, you know? i felt distinctly fat, pasty, and wierd-looking. oh well. some things never change.
anyway, they were all very nice, in that sort of rowr kind of way. c made the mistake of letting me pick out some music, and, horrors, he even left it on for a few minutes. (skipjames and the debauchery of the evening = not like chocolate and peanut butter). i liked it of course, but it was that like mixed with guilt.
sunday was lost. i cant even tell you what happened.
and yesterday i spent lugging large boxes up and down stairs, getting bruised and beaten by the september 1 god, Lord Land. the new place is absolutely heaven. tall ceilings, pretty kitchen, three floors, fantastic back yard, roof deck, ... not that there was any time to enjoy it yesterday. i showed around 10 and we finished getting everything into the garage around 5, with one pizza break during the day. i continued a little, just getting the necessities upstairs (glad i did, the electricity was off so there was no going down after-hours). we drank warm gatorade and went to the thirsty scholar for burgers and rings.
so that's it. im groggy today and i need to go to the gym, although my calves feel like giant knots. i will sleep like the waking dead tonight, while everyone else is at Coldplay or Clinic.
