2002-11-01 || 1:12 p.m.

|| we still need to post the missed connection with the zombie. ||

itinerary:

9:00 drive to san franny to pick up Violet for hj's party mere blocks from her house. feel the needly beginnings of traffic jam-related anxiety.

9:47 turn onto oak street. drive around the block.

10:12 turn onto oak street. turn up music. threaten to cry a little bit. drive around the block.

10:31 turn onto oak street. consider parking on sidewalk. consider parking on mean driver's face. cry a little bit when it is clear the street you want has been barricaded by coppers. have fabulous session of revealing dirty secrets with the ladies. drive around the block.

10:49 wish death upon oak street, wish costume mishaps and hangovers upon the evil ones who will not let me change lanes or find a parking spot or slow down even to wish halloween tidings upon the lot at hj's party.

10:52 give up on parking plans. send telepathic messages to the party that we tried very hard, did we ever, and can you see what we are wearing? do you know how great our costumes are?

10:57 start to feel very panicky from traffic situation, which has market street absolutely disabled. curse the woman in the sedan who is not making eye contact, will not let you over, whom you know sees you because you are sticking your head out the window, dolly parton hair and all, and spitting at her passenger door.

11:20 change of plans. circumvent the hell that is halloween in san francisco by driving to the other end of the city (city college!) and getting on the freeway there.

11:58 get home. find brian in mr. hart get-up complete with moustache and chains and work shirt. and. boxer shorts. take pictures in various 9 to 5-y poses. eat much halloween candy.

12:18 go to party in oakland. sing "boom chicka boom" in the car. park in shady spot under a freeway overpass. promise never to leave the east bay for love of ample Parking. weave through drunken masses in frontyard of party house, make a beeline past band playing past cool kids past passed-out lady slumped in chair to the kitchen.

12:27 cower in the corner of kitchen. observe high number of effed-up kids and pregnant girls.

12:29 get shoved by perilously effed-up boy.

12:37 are informed that the funny smell wafting to our corner is coming from the room next door, where a girl's hair has caught on fire. marvel that no one is yelling or running around or saying 'wow. your hair is on fire.'

12:40 cower a bit more, coveting the boy dressed up as a lotto ticket.

12:43 agree with brian's decision to go in the backyard, assured it is "not as scary."

12:47 stand in backyard. high heels are sinking into mud. smoke cigarette in record time. hold onto wall in the event someone tumbles down stairs.

12:51 make group decision that we will leave backyard to make a trip through house and out front door, all the while looking for brian's freind and hostess, one of the villagers from 'the prisoner.'

12:53 get momentarily sidetracked by fancy lad watching the band.

12:53 get felt up by passing stranger.

12:54 pause to allow the boy dressed up as one of the strokes and the boy dressed up as a devil french passionately.

12:57 walk down front steps, shoulders hunched slightly.

12:59 get in car.

1:00 lock doors when noticing there is a zombie approaching from the bushes.

1:02 scream while zombie indie boy (who oddly looks like he would be a good friend, if not for the zombieness) pounds on the car windows, drapes body across the front of the car.

1:03 zombie indie boy's bottom lip gets caught on a windshield wiper as a result of brian's ruthless defense of squirting said zombie with wiper fluid.

1:05 wait for zombie boy to shuffle to the back window.

1:06 put car in Drive. proceed to press the Gas.

1:06 watch in rearview mirror as zombie indie boy ambles behind us. press on gas further. watch as zombie indie boy breaks into a very unzombie-like sprint.

1:07 (the cast of '9 to 5,' screaming.)

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