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2001-08-13 || 11:36 a.m. || el fin de semana || oh dizzy dizzy weekend. friday night was playing risk with jason and dove until three in the morning, drinking gin and ginger ales and talking about god and religion while dove and jason trampled all over my north america and asia territories. finding plastic army men in the carpet after dove had gone to bed and jason was passing out on the futon in his kitchen. saturday was going to thrift town with the ex-boy on the fly, running into elka and lynn (hello!) and realizing what a social scene that place is, among the racks of crotcheted shawls and old man pants and wigs of dead old ladies. pretending everything was normal walking around with the boy, ignoring the electric shocks when he grabbed my arm to show me something or looked directly at me. we drove home and he parked his car and we talked about how funny it felt. how he should come up to my apartment. how that was bad; we had to behave ourselves. i tackled him on the way out of the car anyway. that night i drove alone to san francisco for a party. old work friends and pot smoke in the hallway and too much beer in the refrigerator. the hip hop ex-boyfriend was there. i didn't talk to him much. i didn't talk to anyone much. i stared down a couple boys and drank a beer too fast and smoked on the balcony and got my coat and snuck out. at 12:45 i was back on the bay bridge to oakland to mike and adam's house for another party. broken beer bottles and kids in hoodies in the front yard and a homeless lady asking me for money for a hamburger. sam and anthony were there from san diego to play a show but i missed their set. by the time i got there they were terribly drunk and funny. my old roommate jeff was there and it was so nice sitting on the steps at one-thirty in the morning with those boys. i hugged them too much. later we all stood in the backyard: dead grass, feral cat, surrounding houses in various states of delapidation, circles of people talking and smoking and getting progressively sloppy and boisterous from the alcohol. a very fashionable girl band from san diego with multi colored hair and knee socks and high high heels looking very bored and pouty and mannequin-like was frozen in sexy poses in the middle of everything and i had the terrible urge to knock them over. to see if they would break. or if their expressions would change. after a while everyone was too drunk and it was too late and there wasn't much left to say so i promised sam and jeff i would go get pizza at blondie's the next day and i went home. there is more but i have to stop now. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |