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2002-05-28 || 6:48 p.m. || arugula: bigger than arizona. || oh dear. oh sunday. who knew you would take two days to recover from your crazy wrecklessness (did i spell that correctly? the neurotransmitters are still not functioning properly). item one: i drove and drove in a heavy coat to a croquet party in sutro park. there were many fancy kids (pin-striped suits! flower corsages! bloomers! stockings!) and water cress sandwiches and mallets, brandished. there was a wedding competing with all our croquet excitement (my 'knock em out! knock em out!' mixing nicely with a well-documented 'i do,' causing many dirty looks from the wedding party as the red ball was smacked into oblivion.). i chomped on swisher's sweets and choked on woody's cigar accent (very linen suit. very. colonel sanders mixed with jay gatsby?). i sat on red gingham oil cloths under tall trees with my ladies. it was very classy. item two: i drove drove to e's birthday party. i walked in mist down page feeling all nervy and fluttery. (i am afraid of parties. i don't do well at parties. i am a 'only talk to people i know for horrible fear of mingling' type of girl. i take pride in my wallfloweriness. really. i have a great appreciation for wallpaper and the pictures stuck on refrigerators with magnets. i am well acquainted with the back stoops of the greater bay area. i am not stranger to one to one pep talks in dimly lit bathrooms ('it's okay it's okay drink some more beer you can leave in an hour.'). i am shy. this is what shy people do.) i smoke one thousand cigarettes on the back stoop, wrangling a good old friend to entertain me. i sat on a wood chair in the living room with knees knocking. and then i started drinking. and then i smoked a bit of the funny cigarettes. and then. i em. started swallowin pills. and. i got quite talky. i closed in fer kisses. my pupils turned into scary black alien eyes. i made all kinds of new friends (i am afraid i am not going to attempt all the shout-outs. but you are all very hot.). i met very great ladies! i fell in love with helen jane and all her craftiness and wondrous stories. i talked about arugula (arugala? the dictionary is far away. i am sorry.) and big feet and john edward with lovely harper. and. i remember talking into a microphone? about how my parents met? and this was videotaped i think? and. at around 3:30 i proclaimed my love of pirates and how there aren't enough eye patches and peg legs around. i stared at a wavy ceiling and dancing curtains and talked to very nice people until the sun came up. and. i am a square. squares don't do this. squares don't hobble back to their car at 6:30 am to make the wobbly (yet fully sober, of course) drive home. it took all of yesterday to recover. oh my goodness. oh. don't tell me mum. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |