2005-04-08 || 9:55 p.m.

|| week in review ||

i had mean plans to go to a location i think i can see from my street if i look real hard across the bay, but i am home in a defunct friendband t-shirt drinkin champagne from a mason jar. i was having problems. this evening started out in the regular going out fashion, with a phone call promising a delightful time and promises to meet at an arranged time and shower and hairdo and clothes selection. but.
it happens. it's happened on and off since age 17 i think.
this week has been terribly upside down. i came up with a title for my book (mere minutes after the aforementioned paranormal experience of last entry) and sent it off and oh, how my heart lurched when i hit the send button this afternoon. it's like pulling off your arm and throwing it out the window.
last night brian and owen and i went for a fancy dinner at brian's restaurant, land of fennel salad and elbows off the table and wine and bufalo mozzarella. owen was playing a house show in rockridge in a basement of a house crowded by old old trees. after ambling about and going for beer, we sat on a couch in the backyard marvelling at stars and ample room for city camping. the man living upstairs, who apparently didn't know there was going to be a house show held in the basement, paced up and down the stairs muttering 'this is bullshit!' and avoided us. the strangers sitting on a couch in the backyard. we sat outside and felt bad. we went inside and listened to one song while leaning against the counter in the kitchen and felt bad. plans were made, for the lot was rather empathetic, to move the show to a 'crackhouse on 61st.' this was an important moment that separated the kids from the fogeys. the kids were down with the crackhouse. the kid whose house was in question promised it was okay to play there; he was going to jail tomorrow anyway. we secretly discussed the situation and decided to ditch out of the whole thing in the name of whiskey and scrabble.
owen sold t-shirts out of the back of his van.
brian peed on the sidewalk of a residential street.
i came in third place for scrabble.

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