My hair is getting long and I hate it. I have decided that I will let it grow while on this "journey." While I am not sure why, and I certainly don't like it long, it just seems like the right thing to do.
I haven't done much the past few days. Actually, that is a lie. It just feels like I haven't done much.
Thanksgiving was a bust, but then again, it always is. I went to Celeste's house (Ian's girlfriend) for the day. We made a ton of food but also drank too much champagne and forgot to eat. It wasn't bad spending the day with her. I just would have enjoyed being alone with Elliott Smith better....
The plan to make candy corn failed miserably. The dough wouldn't harden and I ended up with a puddle of yellow and orange sugar. I will attempt it again when I get back to DC and hopefully it will work this time! I really just want to make it so I can send little bags of it to my vegan friends around the country. If I could send pie, cookies and things of that nature, I would.
The up side to Thanksgiving was seeing Jill again. She got to Asheville that night and I went with her back to Charlotte.
If you didn't know, Charlotte, NC is the most boring place I have ever been. There is NO Nightlife. NO Bars, NO Shows, NO Vegan Spots, NO Young people worth meeting!
Jill and I looked so hard to find somewhere to hangout that we resorted to searching "hipseter bar" to find a place to go. In the end we watched The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants 2. Very hip if you ask me.
The train is becoming one of my favorite places/things to do. I know its nothing like hopping trains, which I would like to try next summer, but it gives me time to think, plan and reflect. The past few months have pushed me to really think about the relationships I have with the people in my life and what I want out of them.
My relationships are suffering. I recognize that. I am not entirely sure what I want anymore but I am also not ready to give this trip up or settle so I can be comfortable. The result: hurting people out of selfishness.
There was a very big shift in my life a few days ago, (You will have to forgive my being so vague) and now more than ever I can't tell what it is I REALLY want. I hate how sure you can be of something and then everything changes in an hour....
Anyway, sorry for that little emo tidbit and I will go back to giving the guided tour of my life:
I took the train for Charlotte back to DC. I saw some friends and hung out for a day, went to a party filled with shitty Chads and watched four guys prove thier manhood to eachother with push ups. The last part was funny more than anything.
Welch also gave me my first comic book. It is called "Y: Unmanned." Its about a guy who is the last man on earth. I am hooked and may start spending my money on comics instead of travel. Just kidding. I do really like this particular comic and I will try my best to finish the series at some point. Thanks Welch.
As of now, I am sitting at St. Mary's College in St. Mary's City, Maryland. I came to see Ms. Elizabeth Brunner and Mr. Flynn Knight Collins. It is 1:25am on a Sunday. I think I am the only person awake for miles. Historically speaking, I am a night owl. I like to stay up until 4am and sleep until 11 or noon. There is something comforting about the dark. Anyway, everyone else is asleep and I am so bored and awake that I am about to start reading Coin Locker Babies again. Not that I have a problem with that....
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Asheville, NC for Thanksgiving
Thanksgiving is just a day away and I still don't know what I am doing. Ian will be working all day so I have three choices:
1. Hang out with his girlfriend at her house and make food.
2. Hang out with his roommate and her parents.
3. Hide in his room and not have to explain to people why I get moody and depressed on Thanksgiving.
Each of those has its drawbacks.
What I really want to do is buy a bottle of wine and spend the day ALONE cooking and making vegan candy corn. I would listen to all my favorite depressing songs really loud, get drunk and cry for a while before overloading on sugar and starchy food.
I am certain this plan appeals to no one but me.
So far Asheville has been nice. It has been wonderful to see Ian and relax for a few days. We have done a lot of just hanging out. I have met a bunch of his friends and cooked him real meals and listened to his band practice. We worked on a new set for SG together and I think it will come out well. Other than that, I haven't done much since I got here.
My only complaint is that the slow living here gives me too much time to think about things. Where my life is going, what I want out of it, my relationships with people, plans for next year when I get back....
I have taken on some new work in the last few weeks. I still have plenty of money, but as most of you know, I dont like to see the number shrink. So I keep working.
Some of you don't want to know, so I suggest you stop reading here.
I have started doing work over the phone. Yes, phone sex. I like it. Its easy and really silly. I have a hard time not laughing. I set up an account last week and the company I go through sends calls to my cell. I can work virtually anytime, anywhere, when I feel like it. Its completely anonymous too. They never get my phone number or email. It does use my minutes but at roughly $100/hr. and no contact, I can handle upping my plan.
Besides that I have a few appointments for panties in DC and a guy in Boston who wants me to go up there and do dom work for a weekend. I haven't done anything like it before but I think I could get into it... especially because he doesn't want to have sex. I will spend the next few weeks thinking about it and decide then.
Yay! Money! I am such a capitalist. Yuck.
1. Hang out with his girlfriend at her house and make food.
2. Hang out with his roommate and her parents.
3. Hide in his room and not have to explain to people why I get moody and depressed on Thanksgiving.
Each of those has its drawbacks.
What I really want to do is buy a bottle of wine and spend the day ALONE cooking and making vegan candy corn. I would listen to all my favorite depressing songs really loud, get drunk and cry for a while before overloading on sugar and starchy food.
I am certain this plan appeals to no one but me.
So far Asheville has been nice. It has been wonderful to see Ian and relax for a few days. We have done a lot of just hanging out. I have met a bunch of his friends and cooked him real meals and listened to his band practice. We worked on a new set for SG together and I think it will come out well. Other than that, I haven't done much since I got here.
My only complaint is that the slow living here gives me too much time to think about things. Where my life is going, what I want out of it, my relationships with people, plans for next year when I get back....
I have taken on some new work in the last few weeks. I still have plenty of money, but as most of you know, I dont like to see the number shrink. So I keep working.
Some of you don't want to know, so I suggest you stop reading here.
I have started doing work over the phone. Yes, phone sex. I like it. Its easy and really silly. I have a hard time not laughing. I set up an account last week and the company I go through sends calls to my cell. I can work virtually anytime, anywhere, when I feel like it. Its completely anonymous too. They never get my phone number or email. It does use my minutes but at roughly $100/hr. and no contact, I can handle upping my plan.
Besides that I have a few appointments for panties in DC and a guy in Boston who wants me to go up there and do dom work for a weekend. I haven't done anything like it before but I think I could get into it... especially because he doesn't want to have sex. I will spend the next few weeks thinking about it and decide then.
Yay! Money! I am such a capitalist. Yuck.
Saturday, November 22, 2008
I never know what to expect anymore.
Saturday, November 15th.
Oooohhhh... The day of the Baroness show! So good.
I went up to Devon St. for lunch with Hugh and Taylor and their friends Patrick and Belinda. We walked up and down the road for almost an hour in 30 degree weather, plus wind chill, trying to find the cheapest buffet with vegetarian options. Finally, we found one for $6 and I ate samosas and fried spinach cakes until I though I would burst. Devon St is famous for being the Indian district of Chicago so all the food and shops are small and pretty authentic.
After lunch, which ended up being more like dinner, we headed back to the house where I waited for Daniel and Tega to pick me up for the show. Before we went to the show, we stopped at the Virgin Mary water mark. It is now a shrine but a few years ago, apparently, the Virgin appeared in a water make under a freeway overpass. It looks like her to me. Anyway, that was rad. I didn't have my camera but I took one with my phone.
The Baroness show was great. The sound was a little off, even I could tell, but I enjoyed it all the same. They played with Coliseum and another band I cant remember. Coliseum was really rad. I didn't know I liked them.... Maybe I am starting to like metal. Weird.
We stopped by a party after the show. I got all freaked out by some woman and her husband. I introduced myself and she went all crazy and told me I was beautiful in a weird way. I get bashful because it was in the middle of a group of people who were trying to have a conversation. She kept pushing the issue and I kept saying thanks because what else am I supposed to say? Her husband decided to join in too. I just wanted to leave. At some point I was talking to some girl about my travels and the husband guy came over and asked me "So, who takes care of you?" I told him I took care of myself, but that wasn't good enough. I wanted to punch him in his fucking patriarchal, hippy-dippy, wine drinking fucking face. What a jerk.
Back at the house, I vented about the party and ate three cloves or raw garlic to chase my cold away.
Sunday, November 16th.
Oh boy. I went to the house of a person I met on couchsurfing.com. She wasnt' awful by and means. She just wasn't my cup of tea. Really it was her friends I didn't like. They were liberal muggles to the max. Sorry if this is you.
They were extremely gossipy, talked about how Obama was going to save this country, and how racism doesn't exist anymore. They talked about the people they know, name dropping, and wasted the food they put on their plates. Julia was great, until her friends came over. Oh well. We made an apple pie sort of thing with a sweet potato crust.
When I got home, I ended up hanging out with some of the Lowercase kids until 3am.
The rest of my days in Chicago were pretty much the same. I did a lot of staying up late and sleeping until noon. I hung out with the Lowercase kids, sometimes not leaving the house at all. It got really cold there in those few days, so going out wasn't very appealing. I did finally go out to lunch at the Chicago Diner. It was good. Pretty much typical vegan food. And I went to a potluck at Voku, another collective/info shop.
I left Chicago on Wednesday. I was really starting to like it there but a week is a good amount of time to see a city. Its not like there was a whole lot to do anyway. The train ride from Chicago to DC wasn't bad. I managed to sleep a little but certainly not enough. From DC, I took a PM train down to Charlotte, NC. I met some nice people in the train station while I was waiting for the sun to come up. No, I did not sleep at all.
When the sun finally came up, it was time to hitch to Asheville. I managed to make it to Asheville in under three hours. My first ride was to the highway from the train station. My second ride was half way up I-77. The third was in a semi, which by the way is awesome, to the 77 I40 junction. I walked down the loop, to the other side of the over pass and had a ride. I waited less than 5 minutes between each ride. I was in Asheville by 9:30am.
Also, I found out that my SG set went up on the frond page while I was making my way down here. I get paid $500, which is the part I am excited about, and I now officially have Suicide Girl status. I think its really funny they named me July. I'm still unsure how I feel about being a "suicide girl"....
Other than that, it's great to see Ian. I am looking forward to our adventures!
Oooohhhh... The day of the Baroness show! So good.
I went up to Devon St. for lunch with Hugh and Taylor and their friends Patrick and Belinda. We walked up and down the road for almost an hour in 30 degree weather, plus wind chill, trying to find the cheapest buffet with vegetarian options. Finally, we found one for $6 and I ate samosas and fried spinach cakes until I though I would burst. Devon St is famous for being the Indian district of Chicago so all the food and shops are small and pretty authentic.
After lunch, which ended up being more like dinner, we headed back to the house where I waited for Daniel and Tega to pick me up for the show. Before we went to the show, we stopped at the Virgin Mary water mark. It is now a shrine but a few years ago, apparently, the Virgin appeared in a water make under a freeway overpass. It looks like her to me. Anyway, that was rad. I didn't have my camera but I took one with my phone.
The Baroness show was great. The sound was a little off, even I could tell, but I enjoyed it all the same. They played with Coliseum and another band I cant remember. Coliseum was really rad. I didn't know I liked them.... Maybe I am starting to like metal. Weird.
We stopped by a party after the show. I got all freaked out by some woman and her husband. I introduced myself and she went all crazy and told me I was beautiful in a weird way. I get bashful because it was in the middle of a group of people who were trying to have a conversation. She kept pushing the issue and I kept saying thanks because what else am I supposed to say? Her husband decided to join in too. I just wanted to leave. At some point I was talking to some girl about my travels and the husband guy came over and asked me "So, who takes care of you?" I told him I took care of myself, but that wasn't good enough. I wanted to punch him in his fucking patriarchal, hippy-dippy, wine drinking fucking face. What a jerk.
Back at the house, I vented about the party and ate three cloves or raw garlic to chase my cold away.
Sunday, November 16th.
Oh boy. I went to the house of a person I met on couchsurfing.com. She wasnt' awful by and means. She just wasn't my cup of tea. Really it was her friends I didn't like. They were liberal muggles to the max. Sorry if this is you.
They were extremely gossipy, talked about how Obama was going to save this country, and how racism doesn't exist anymore. They talked about the people they know, name dropping, and wasted the food they put on their plates. Julia was great, until her friends came over. Oh well. We made an apple pie sort of thing with a sweet potato crust.
When I got home, I ended up hanging out with some of the Lowercase kids until 3am.
The rest of my days in Chicago were pretty much the same. I did a lot of staying up late and sleeping until noon. I hung out with the Lowercase kids, sometimes not leaving the house at all. It got really cold there in those few days, so going out wasn't very appealing. I did finally go out to lunch at the Chicago Diner. It was good. Pretty much typical vegan food. And I went to a potluck at Voku, another collective/info shop.
I left Chicago on Wednesday. I was really starting to like it there but a week is a good amount of time to see a city. Its not like there was a whole lot to do anyway. The train ride from Chicago to DC wasn't bad. I managed to sleep a little but certainly not enough. From DC, I took a PM train down to Charlotte, NC. I met some nice people in the train station while I was waiting for the sun to come up. No, I did not sleep at all.
When the sun finally came up, it was time to hitch to Asheville. I managed to make it to Asheville in under three hours. My first ride was to the highway from the train station. My second ride was half way up I-77. The third was in a semi, which by the way is awesome, to the 77 I40 junction. I walked down the loop, to the other side of the over pass and had a ride. I waited less than 5 minutes between each ride. I was in Asheville by 9:30am.
Also, I found out that my SG set went up on the frond page while I was making my way down here. I get paid $500, which is the part I am excited about, and I now officially have Suicide Girl status. I think its really funny they named me July. I'm still unsure how I feel about being a "suicide girl"....
Other than that, it's great to see Ian. I am looking forward to our adventures!
Friday, November 14, 2008
Chicago
Sunday, November 9th.
The original plan was to get up early and go out to the Grand Canyon. I was really, really excited to get out there again, but as fate would have it, we did not go. We all got up early to find a storm in the sky. It was going to be raining and possibly snowing all the way there. Scratch that plan.
As a replacement plan, we went out to Ronald's, the vegan doughnut place. They were so good!!! It was almost worth missing the Grand Canyon for them! I ate two and took three with me.
Since I still needed to catch a train somewhere in Arizona, Liz, Winter and Elise decided to take me to Kingman. Kingman is a tiny town just two hours from the border of Arizona and Nevada. I was really tired and kind of fell asleep on the drive, missing the Hoover Dam and most of the scenery. Thankfully, I had seen it before.
We arrived in Kingman, where it was way too cold, windy and boring. We went to eat at a little Mexican place that didn't ask for ID when we ordered drinks and I'm sure most of the food wasn't vegan. You win some, you lose some.
I found a hotel to sit in while I waited for the train and said my goodbyes to the girls. The hotel is this awesome little spot just a few yards from the station. Its super haunted, as I found out. If you want to know that story, your going to have to actually call me for it.
The train was late, and came at 3:45am instead of 3:05am. Yeah! Chicago, here I come.
Monday, November 10th.
I sat on a train all day! Saw some beautiful landscapes, saw a lot of nothing, slept. Yeah.
Tuesday, November 11th.
The train finally got to Chicago in the afternoon. It wasn't as cold as I thought it would be, or windy. I made my way to Lowercase, the house I am staying at. It is a punk collective. I was a little apprehensive at first but they are really great kids and not nearly as pretentious or unwelcoming as the punk kids in Portland.
We made dinner and watched Summer Storm, which I highly recommend.
Wednesday, November 12th.
My SG set went up today. It was a weird feeling and I had forgotten all about it until I checked my email and had 91 unread messages. Hmmm... Still don't know how I feel about that. Anyway, its up now and I have gotten some good reviews.
I went with some of the kids that live at Lowercase to a Korean market. It was super rad. I bought greasy seaweed to eat and some vegan spicy ramen noodles. Yummy.
From there, Hugh took me to the Harold Washington Library! Nine floors of books! Greatest building ever! I really liked it and spent three hours there.
Once the glory of the library wore off, I decided to wander around downtown for a while. I of course got somewhat lost but quickly found myself again when I got to the train station.
From there I went to meet up with Andy, a guy from the wonderful couchsurfing.com. I don't think I like that website much. I have yet to meet anyone I would want to stay with for more than 24 hours.... He and his girlfriend were nice, really nice, in fact. Just a little weird. Whateves. Their friend Kelsey was pretty rad. I want to hang out with her again before I leave!
I got lost on the way back to Lowercase. I usually have a good sense of direction but the Logan Square stop is shit. There are three streets at the intersection and no way to tell which way is which from the stop! I called Jake for directions but that didn't help and ended up talking to a cop. He wasn't much help either. I finally called Kevin and he got me home. Thank god.
Back at Lowercase, people stay up really late. I got home and wanted to go to bed early but ended up hanging out in the kitchen until 5am.
Thursday, November 13th.
After waking up to an empty house and showering, I made my way to the Garfield Park Conservatory. Its just a really big greenhouse. Lots of exotic plants and cacti. The whole place smelled of fresh dirt and made me miss gardening.
It was getting late so I headed downtown to wait for the Art Institute to open for free hours. I stopped in a Borders to kill time and met two really nice women. They are in their late 20's and well traveled. We talked for a while and I plan to call they while I am here.
I don't really get museums. I know I should. And I still go to them but they just aren't that interesting. I wandered through the Art Institute for almost two hours. Its nice to say that I have been there, but I am not as taken with the paintings as I probably should be. They look exactly the same as they do in books. They are just bigger in person.
I like historical sculpture. They have some old Greek and Roman statues and a mummies coffin. That stuff was cool. And I liked the African art, but I guess I just don't care about famous paintings. I went. I wouldn't go back but I'm sure Ill end up in another museum before I am through.
This kid Austin met up with me at AIC. He is nice and we walked around killing time until a free string quartet concert started. It turns out the show was terrible and I should have gone the the Cunt Collective House to see the BeeHive Collective talk about their art. They are doing it again on Saturday but I think I might go to a Baroness show instead.
I went home after the concert and hung out with everyone until way too late. I am finding that I really like these kids. Not everything is about the movement and they seem to be a very welcoming bunch. Its not nearly as bad as I thought it was going to be.
My only complaint is that they have a serious mouse infestation. Its a typical punk house where dishes never get done and there is always a mess. This does not help with the mice.
Friday, November 14th.
Today was a lazy day that almost felt like a holiday. I went to the store with Tega to retrieve pie ingredients and went back to the house. We made lasagna and pie all day. It was Taylor's birthday and Rugrat is moving so they had a party. Everyone brought food and the food and conversation were great. We played a game called the Village, which took way too long but proved to be epic in the end. Hugh managed to manipulate 20 people and turn them against each other and win in the end.
I have spent most of my time here feeling very indifferent and apathetic. I am not really stoked on anything but not really bummed out either. I like it here just fine. I want to come back again at some point but as far as feeling the way I did in SF...we are far from it. It doesn't help that I haven't pooped since I before I left Vegas. I know you wanted to know that. But I think I would feel a lot better if I could. Being physically uncomfortable, as well as socially and mentally, doesn't make for a good time.
I know I cant expect to fall in love with every place I go. And I have only been here a couple of days so I know the feeling would pass. It just doesnt make me terribly happy to be here. I am having a hard time getting excited about seeing all this new stuff. LIke the museums, I dont really seem to care anymore. I never want to see the tourist sights but I always feel obligated to. I am just not getting excited about the little things I think. (Although, I will say I am excited about the El. I really like the aesthetics of the public transit system here. I don't know why....)
Today was the first day that I think I really enjoyed myself. Making pie and spending quality time with the folks here really helped. I am hoping that tomorrow will be just as warm and that the Baroness show will be rad!
The original plan was to get up early and go out to the Grand Canyon. I was really, really excited to get out there again, but as fate would have it, we did not go. We all got up early to find a storm in the sky. It was going to be raining and possibly snowing all the way there. Scratch that plan.
As a replacement plan, we went out to Ronald's, the vegan doughnut place. They were so good!!! It was almost worth missing the Grand Canyon for them! I ate two and took three with me.
Since I still needed to catch a train somewhere in Arizona, Liz, Winter and Elise decided to take me to Kingman. Kingman is a tiny town just two hours from the border of Arizona and Nevada. I was really tired and kind of fell asleep on the drive, missing the Hoover Dam and most of the scenery. Thankfully, I had seen it before.
We arrived in Kingman, where it was way too cold, windy and boring. We went to eat at a little Mexican place that didn't ask for ID when we ordered drinks and I'm sure most of the food wasn't vegan. You win some, you lose some.
I found a hotel to sit in while I waited for the train and said my goodbyes to the girls. The hotel is this awesome little spot just a few yards from the station. Its super haunted, as I found out. If you want to know that story, your going to have to actually call me for it.
The train was late, and came at 3:45am instead of 3:05am. Yeah! Chicago, here I come.
Monday, November 10th.
I sat on a train all day! Saw some beautiful landscapes, saw a lot of nothing, slept. Yeah.
Tuesday, November 11th.
The train finally got to Chicago in the afternoon. It wasn't as cold as I thought it would be, or windy. I made my way to Lowercase, the house I am staying at. It is a punk collective. I was a little apprehensive at first but they are really great kids and not nearly as pretentious or unwelcoming as the punk kids in Portland.
We made dinner and watched Summer Storm, which I highly recommend.
Wednesday, November 12th.
My SG set went up today. It was a weird feeling and I had forgotten all about it until I checked my email and had 91 unread messages. Hmmm... Still don't know how I feel about that. Anyway, its up now and I have gotten some good reviews.
I went with some of the kids that live at Lowercase to a Korean market. It was super rad. I bought greasy seaweed to eat and some vegan spicy ramen noodles. Yummy.
From there, Hugh took me to the Harold Washington Library! Nine floors of books! Greatest building ever! I really liked it and spent three hours there.
Once the glory of the library wore off, I decided to wander around downtown for a while. I of course got somewhat lost but quickly found myself again when I got to the train station.
From there I went to meet up with Andy, a guy from the wonderful couchsurfing.com. I don't think I like that website much. I have yet to meet anyone I would want to stay with for more than 24 hours.... He and his girlfriend were nice, really nice, in fact. Just a little weird. Whateves. Their friend Kelsey was pretty rad. I want to hang out with her again before I leave!
I got lost on the way back to Lowercase. I usually have a good sense of direction but the Logan Square stop is shit. There are three streets at the intersection and no way to tell which way is which from the stop! I called Jake for directions but that didn't help and ended up talking to a cop. He wasn't much help either. I finally called Kevin and he got me home. Thank god.
Back at Lowercase, people stay up really late. I got home and wanted to go to bed early but ended up hanging out in the kitchen until 5am.
Thursday, November 13th.
After waking up to an empty house and showering, I made my way to the Garfield Park Conservatory. Its just a really big greenhouse. Lots of exotic plants and cacti. The whole place smelled of fresh dirt and made me miss gardening.
It was getting late so I headed downtown to wait for the Art Institute to open for free hours. I stopped in a Borders to kill time and met two really nice women. They are in their late 20's and well traveled. We talked for a while and I plan to call they while I am here.
I don't really get museums. I know I should. And I still go to them but they just aren't that interesting. I wandered through the Art Institute for almost two hours. Its nice to say that I have been there, but I am not as taken with the paintings as I probably should be. They look exactly the same as they do in books. They are just bigger in person.
I like historical sculpture. They have some old Greek and Roman statues and a mummies coffin. That stuff was cool. And I liked the African art, but I guess I just don't care about famous paintings. I went. I wouldn't go back but I'm sure Ill end up in another museum before I am through.
This kid Austin met up with me at AIC. He is nice and we walked around killing time until a free string quartet concert started. It turns out the show was terrible and I should have gone the the Cunt Collective House to see the BeeHive Collective talk about their art. They are doing it again on Saturday but I think I might go to a Baroness show instead.
I went home after the concert and hung out with everyone until way too late. I am finding that I really like these kids. Not everything is about the movement and they seem to be a very welcoming bunch. Its not nearly as bad as I thought it was going to be.
My only complaint is that they have a serious mouse infestation. Its a typical punk house where dishes never get done and there is always a mess. This does not help with the mice.
Friday, November 14th.
Today was a lazy day that almost felt like a holiday. I went to the store with Tega to retrieve pie ingredients and went back to the house. We made lasagna and pie all day. It was Taylor's birthday and Rugrat is moving so they had a party. Everyone brought food and the food and conversation were great. We played a game called the Village, which took way too long but proved to be epic in the end. Hugh managed to manipulate 20 people and turn them against each other and win in the end.
I have spent most of my time here feeling very indifferent and apathetic. I am not really stoked on anything but not really bummed out either. I like it here just fine. I want to come back again at some point but as far as feeling the way I did in SF...we are far from it. It doesn't help that I haven't pooped since I before I left Vegas. I know you wanted to know that. But I think I would feel a lot better if I could. Being physically uncomfortable, as well as socially and mentally, doesn't make for a good time.
I know I cant expect to fall in love with every place I go. And I have only been here a couple of days so I know the feeling would pass. It just doesnt make me terribly happy to be here. I am having a hard time getting excited about seeing all this new stuff. LIke the museums, I dont really seem to care anymore. I never want to see the tourist sights but I always feel obligated to. I am just not getting excited about the little things I think. (Although, I will say I am excited about the El. I really like the aesthetics of the public transit system here. I don't know why....)
Today was the first day that I think I really enjoyed myself. Making pie and spending quality time with the folks here really helped. I am hoping that tomorrow will be just as warm and that the Baroness show will be rad!
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Vegas Baby!
Thursday, November 6th.
Elise and I went hiking on this really rad trail that let to some hot springs. It was a really nice hike although, it was dangerous at times. The trail is clearly marked but there a spots that you have to climb down a wall of rock with a rope that has been left there by other hikers. Kind of scary at times.
At the end of the trail are hot springs. It definitely makes the hike well worth the hour of walking in the sand to get there. I undressed and climbed right in. Elise, on the other hand, is a little more modest and wore her swim suit. There was another hiker already there but it didn't bother me much.
The hike back was a little more difficult. My muscles were all relaxed and like Jello on the walk back.
We were supposed to go to Skymania that night but by the time we got back we were exhausted. I made dinner and went to bed early.
Friday, November 7th.
Most of the day was boring. I had a doctor's appointment to go to and that was it. When I got back to the apartment, I spent the afternoon doing laundry, doing yoga (really I was just stretching in interesting ways), and going origami. I got some nice paper so I though I would try it.
Mamo (that is what I call my grandmother), arrived in Vegas that evening. I had agreed to meet her and John on The Strip to have dinner and spend some time with them. She is turning 70 on the 13th. I got as dressed up as I could to meet them. We had dinner in one of the casinos and I, of course, had a hard time finding vegan food. I eventually found a vegi burger that didn't have cheese and ate that.
Mamo ordered us drinks and I decided to have a nice bourbon on the rocks. After dinner I took her down to the Ballagio fountain. She loved it. It is pretty at night and much more entertaining than during the day.
I really hate Vegas. Or I hate the Las Vegas Strip. It is just awful! In every way! Ninety percent of the people there are overweight slobs. I am sure I sound like a jerk saying this and I am definitely being size-ist, but those people are fat, lazy and disgusting.
Las Vegas is like a playground for spoiled kids that just want, want, want. It is gluttonous and made me feel gross for being a part of it. Every inch is a plastic, corporate commodity there to temporarily fill the void in peoples souls. I enjoyed my time with my grandmother. And I did enjoy a few of our activities but after last night, I do not ever want to come back here again.
That said, Mamo and I went for drinks at Cesar's Palace. I drank more expensive bourbon and we listened to like jazz at one of the many bars. We were having "a gay old time," as she would say, but for whatever reason made our way back to her hotel.
We got all the way upstairs and I wanted to go out and make a phone call. She thought I was going out to continue the party and came with. Back in the casino.
I do not gamble. I don't like anything about it. It makes me nervous and stressed out. Its not that I don't like taking chances at all, I just don't like to risk my money. If I don't gamble, its mine, I can keep it and know that its not going anywhere. My grandmother on the other hand, likes to gamble and doesn't like to do it alone.
She was giving me money all night to play with. You would think I would relax and gayfully lose her money for her but no. I stressed.
We played Black Jack at a $25 minimum table. I had never played before and had some beginners luck. And then I lost it all. I would have walked away, but no, everyone else wanted to keep going. I was playing with other peoples money and drinking free bourbon and still couldn't relax. There is something very wrong with me.
Our night over all was spend drinking, gambling and hitting on rich older men (older than me but younger than her...). I think it was a good time!
(If you are interested, you can ask me more about my night gambling but I just don't want to put all of it up here on public display.)
Saturday, November 8th.
Oh, lordy. I can drink juice and have a hangover. I woke up sore and thirsty. Mamo and John had snored all night but I didn't notice once. Thankfully I woke up to a cup of coffee. It was cheap, Krispy Kreme drip coffee but it had caffeine none the less.
We make out way up The Strip to a Denny's. I dont know why. Aparently, in Vegas, places you would never usually go are acceptabe because they are covered in glitter and flashing lights. I had a hell of a time finding vegan options on the menu. I ended up with oatmeal and applesauce, oh yeah, and nasty drip coffee. It was food and I was happy to eat, I am just spoiled and miss having breakfast at The Paradox.
We walked up and down the strip. I took them to see the Forum shops in Cesar's and the Pussycat Doll's casino. We stumbled upon it but it seemed to make John's day so I am going to take credit for it.
After too many hours of walking, we went back to the hotel and found a bar in the casino. We sat and I drank Shirly Temples while they got trashed. It was nice to see my grandmother again. She is an amazing woman with too many wild stories to count. I have nothing on her when it comes to wild times. I think I am being wild when I get too drunk and bite someone. She isn't even too wild when she is on coke, dancing on the bar on a cruise to the Bahamas and getting it on with some waiter who doesn't speak English. The women in my family know how to party. Except me (for some strange reason). Let's not even start on my mother.
Liz came down to pick me up and go out to dinner. We went to VegiDelight, a vegan Vietnamese place in Chinatown. Chinatown, by the way, is a strip mall with pagoda style roof tops. The food was really good and I was happy to eat food that didn't come with a million questions.
Tomorrow, we will drive out to the Grand Canyon. From there I will make my way to Flagstaff and Phoenix. Then it is on to good old Chicago where I will be freezing my butt off!
Elise and I went hiking on this really rad trail that let to some hot springs. It was a really nice hike although, it was dangerous at times. The trail is clearly marked but there a spots that you have to climb down a wall of rock with a rope that has been left there by other hikers. Kind of scary at times.
At the end of the trail are hot springs. It definitely makes the hike well worth the hour of walking in the sand to get there. I undressed and climbed right in. Elise, on the other hand, is a little more modest and wore her swim suit. There was another hiker already there but it didn't bother me much.
The hike back was a little more difficult. My muscles were all relaxed and like Jello on the walk back.
We were supposed to go to Skymania that night but by the time we got back we were exhausted. I made dinner and went to bed early.
Friday, November 7th.
Most of the day was boring. I had a doctor's appointment to go to and that was it. When I got back to the apartment, I spent the afternoon doing laundry, doing yoga (really I was just stretching in interesting ways), and going origami. I got some nice paper so I though I would try it.
Mamo (that is what I call my grandmother), arrived in Vegas that evening. I had agreed to meet her and John on The Strip to have dinner and spend some time with them. She is turning 70 on the 13th. I got as dressed up as I could to meet them. We had dinner in one of the casinos and I, of course, had a hard time finding vegan food. I eventually found a vegi burger that didn't have cheese and ate that.
Mamo ordered us drinks and I decided to have a nice bourbon on the rocks. After dinner I took her down to the Ballagio fountain. She loved it. It is pretty at night and much more entertaining than during the day.
I really hate Vegas. Or I hate the Las Vegas Strip. It is just awful! In every way! Ninety percent of the people there are overweight slobs. I am sure I sound like a jerk saying this and I am definitely being size-ist, but those people are fat, lazy and disgusting.
Las Vegas is like a playground for spoiled kids that just want, want, want. It is gluttonous and made me feel gross for being a part of it. Every inch is a plastic, corporate commodity there to temporarily fill the void in peoples souls. I enjoyed my time with my grandmother. And I did enjoy a few of our activities but after last night, I do not ever want to come back here again.
That said, Mamo and I went for drinks at Cesar's Palace. I drank more expensive bourbon and we listened to like jazz at one of the many bars. We were having "a gay old time," as she would say, but for whatever reason made our way back to her hotel.
We got all the way upstairs and I wanted to go out and make a phone call. She thought I was going out to continue the party and came with. Back in the casino.
I do not gamble. I don't like anything about it. It makes me nervous and stressed out. Its not that I don't like taking chances at all, I just don't like to risk my money. If I don't gamble, its mine, I can keep it and know that its not going anywhere. My grandmother on the other hand, likes to gamble and doesn't like to do it alone.
She was giving me money all night to play with. You would think I would relax and gayfully lose her money for her but no. I stressed.
We played Black Jack at a $25 minimum table. I had never played before and had some beginners luck. And then I lost it all. I would have walked away, but no, everyone else wanted to keep going. I was playing with other peoples money and drinking free bourbon and still couldn't relax. There is something very wrong with me.
Our night over all was spend drinking, gambling and hitting on rich older men (older than me but younger than her...). I think it was a good time!
(If you are interested, you can ask me more about my night gambling but I just don't want to put all of it up here on public display.)
Saturday, November 8th.
Oh, lordy. I can drink juice and have a hangover. I woke up sore and thirsty. Mamo and John had snored all night but I didn't notice once. Thankfully I woke up to a cup of coffee. It was cheap, Krispy Kreme drip coffee but it had caffeine none the less.
We make out way up The Strip to a Denny's. I dont know why. Aparently, in Vegas, places you would never usually go are acceptabe because they are covered in glitter and flashing lights. I had a hell of a time finding vegan options on the menu. I ended up with oatmeal and applesauce, oh yeah, and nasty drip coffee. It was food and I was happy to eat, I am just spoiled and miss having breakfast at The Paradox.
We walked up and down the strip. I took them to see the Forum shops in Cesar's and the Pussycat Doll's casino. We stumbled upon it but it seemed to make John's day so I am going to take credit for it.
After too many hours of walking, we went back to the hotel and found a bar in the casino. We sat and I drank Shirly Temples while they got trashed. It was nice to see my grandmother again. She is an amazing woman with too many wild stories to count. I have nothing on her when it comes to wild times. I think I am being wild when I get too drunk and bite someone. She isn't even too wild when she is on coke, dancing on the bar on a cruise to the Bahamas and getting it on with some waiter who doesn't speak English. The women in my family know how to party. Except me (for some strange reason). Let's not even start on my mother.
Liz came down to pick me up and go out to dinner. We went to VegiDelight, a vegan Vietnamese place in Chinatown. Chinatown, by the way, is a strip mall with pagoda style roof tops. The food was really good and I was happy to eat food that didn't come with a million questions.
Tomorrow, we will drive out to the Grand Canyon. From there I will make my way to Flagstaff and Phoenix. Then it is on to good old Chicago where I will be freezing my butt off!
Friday, November 7, 2008
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Pictures
"I love a girl with team spirit!" Ha ha! We were trying to make vegan whipped cream. Fox's way.
The Plan....?
So, I guess I am going to Chicago on Wednesday...?
I am in Las Vegas right now. I was looking for an easy route to get to Texas or New Orleans but it just wasn't going my way. I am not ready to hitch hike long distances. This is something I want to ease into... (Mom, I can hear you freaking out. You knew this was part of the plan and while I know you don't like it, it is my reality and something I want to do. You are going to have to relinquish control on this on. I love you.)
Liz, Winter and Elise will all be going out to the Grand Canyon on Sunday. -- I spent the last four years trying to see the Grand Canyon and now I get to see it twice in one year!! Rad.
From there I will be going to Flagstaff, AZ. I know a girl who goes to school there that I can stay with. She won't be there on Sunday so on Monday I will be hitch hiking to Phoenix, AZ to meet her. Tuesday, we will drive back to Flagstaff and then Wednesday I will catch the train to Chicago.
I am going from one extreme to another.
So I am thinking that after a week in Chicago, I am going to take the train to DC and then head to Ashville to see Ian at Thanksgiving. Jill will be there too so it should be fun.
I am in Las Vegas right now. I was looking for an easy route to get to Texas or New Orleans but it just wasn't going my way. I am not ready to hitch hike long distances. This is something I want to ease into... (Mom, I can hear you freaking out. You knew this was part of the plan and while I know you don't like it, it is my reality and something I want to do. You are going to have to relinquish control on this on. I love you.)
Liz, Winter and Elise will all be going out to the Grand Canyon on Sunday. -- I spent the last four years trying to see the Grand Canyon and now I get to see it twice in one year!! Rad.
From there I will be going to Flagstaff, AZ. I know a girl who goes to school there that I can stay with. She won't be there on Sunday so on Monday I will be hitch hiking to Phoenix, AZ to meet her. Tuesday, we will drive back to Flagstaff and then Wednesday I will catch the train to Chicago.
I am going from one extreme to another.
So I am thinking that after a week in Chicago, I am going to take the train to DC and then head to Ashville to see Ian at Thanksgiving. Jill will be there too so it should be fun.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Plans...?
I am trying to figure out what to do with myself. I am at a point in my life that I don't really have to choose anything if I don't want. And for the first time in my life I am not scared to have a plan. Funny how that works.
I have spent most of the day lounging about playing on the internet and looking at ticket prices. As of right now, my plan for the year goes like this: I will fly to London at the end of January. Hopefully I will be able to hangout in the UK for a few weeks, if its not too cold. From there I can head to Europe proper. I want to WWOOF in Portugal, Morocco (I know, not Europe) and Turkey. I'm not sure if I will have time for Portugal and Morocco but I am definitely going to in Turkey.
I have started looking into farms to work on and I think I may have found one! Its a farm on the Mediterranean that grows apples, almonds, pears and other fruits and vegetables. They also have some goats and chickens. I am hoping to have the opportunity to make cheese! (For those of you who are not aware of my stance on veganism and cheese making, I am actually ok with making and eating cheese if I know where it comes from and that the animals are treated well).
I need to contact them but I don't think it will be much of a problem. So if I WWOOF in Turkey I want to spend the entire month of April or May there.
Depending on how time goes, I may want to come back in May. I started looking at ticket prices out of Istanbul today. I think I might want to fly back to Portland in late May, work for the summer and use the money I make to move. I was invited to go to Tokyo next September. While I always like an excuse to go somewhere new, I don't think I can afford to go there and move, as much as I would like to.
Hopefully, the plan will lead me to moving to San Francisco by next fall. Or Brooklyn. I haven't decided yet and I am thinking that by the time I am ready to move, I won't know anyone living in Brooklyn anymore. All I know is that I will not be moving back to Portland for any long term living anytime soon.
As for right now, I should be making a plan to get to New Orleans or somewhere in Texas or somewhere....
I have spent most of the day lounging about playing on the internet and looking at ticket prices. As of right now, my plan for the year goes like this: I will fly to London at the end of January. Hopefully I will be able to hangout in the UK for a few weeks, if its not too cold. From there I can head to Europe proper. I want to WWOOF in Portugal, Morocco (I know, not Europe) and Turkey. I'm not sure if I will have time for Portugal and Morocco but I am definitely going to in Turkey.
I have started looking into farms to work on and I think I may have found one! Its a farm on the Mediterranean that grows apples, almonds, pears and other fruits and vegetables. They also have some goats and chickens. I am hoping to have the opportunity to make cheese! (For those of you who are not aware of my stance on veganism and cheese making, I am actually ok with making and eating cheese if I know where it comes from and that the animals are treated well).
I need to contact them but I don't think it will be much of a problem. So if I WWOOF in Turkey I want to spend the entire month of April or May there.
Depending on how time goes, I may want to come back in May. I started looking at ticket prices out of Istanbul today. I think I might want to fly back to Portland in late May, work for the summer and use the money I make to move. I was invited to go to Tokyo next September. While I always like an excuse to go somewhere new, I don't think I can afford to go there and move, as much as I would like to.
Hopefully, the plan will lead me to moving to San Francisco by next fall. Or Brooklyn. I haven't decided yet and I am thinking that by the time I am ready to move, I won't know anyone living in Brooklyn anymore. All I know is that I will not be moving back to Portland for any long term living anytime soon.
As for right now, I should be making a plan to get to New Orleans or somewhere in Texas or somewhere....
Monday, November 3, 2008
Getting to Vegas and Stuff
Tuesday, October 28th.
I spent most of the day lounging around the house. I needed to have my dermal anchors back in and I was starving. I went up to the shop to have my anchors put back in and ended up have another job offered to me. It seems to happen a lot to me.... I decided to turn it down, after a lot of consideration, despite really wanting to take the job.
Ritual is a cafe that people have said has good coffee so I decided to try it out. I happened to go in while Benji's friend Nick were working. We chatted and he invited me to go have drinks with him and his co-workers after work. It was only an hour or so to kill before they were off so I went down the street to buy a notebook. I was in the bookstore for five minutes. I am not exaggerating, five minutes. I ran in, grabbed a notebook and a post card and ran out. When I came out my rear wheel had been stolen. Gone. What the fuck?!?!?! I had to call around and find another wheel to use for the last few days I was in town.
Eventually, I swallowed my pride and called Fox. I walked my frame all the way to the Hampshire House to meet him and get a new wheel. We eventually got one and put it on but the cog was too small and the chain was eating my chain ring when I rode. I got half way to the bar and ended up walking. I had drinks with Nick and Jeff and we laughed about the ridiculousness of my wheel being gone and the trouble I went through to get a new one.
Wednesday, October 29th.
To fix the cog problem, I had to walk to Freewheel to get a new one. Pryish called and wanted to meet up since he was in town for the afternoon. I ate falaffel while I waited for him and his friends. When he got into the Mission we talked for a while but he had to run out to Oakland so we said our goodbyes. I like that kid. He is a good kid to know.
From there I went to Philz to kill time. I had decided to hear Fox out on what the hell was going on. I'm not sure why I agreed but I did. At 7:00 I headed over to SoCha to meet Fox. He was late and just as I was about to walk out, the guy working gave me a free beer. We had been chatting and for some reason, people like to give me free shit. I don't argue with that. And it was lucky for Fox too.
When Fox finally arrived we talked for almost two hours. Things are right with us again for the most part. It was all a misunderstanding and him not being able to process his feelings. Figures.
I sat and read in SoCha for the rest of the evening and listened to live classical music. Apparently they do it every Wednesday night. I wish I had known sooner. Their coffee is shit and they don't have vegan food but the atmosphere cant be beat.
Thursday, October 30th.
Oh, this day was great.... Sike. I went to Whole Foods before work and got lots of food for work. I get really hungry at work sometimes so I like to be prepared. I also found a ride to LA on my way to work! Sweet!
It was a slow day at the club again. I tried to stick it out but the laws in California are very different from the laws in Oregon. I draw the line at touching. I have never been able to do it and Im not about to start now. I had one dance and quit. Management didn't give a shit about me or my safety and I cant work in a place like that. Even for a day.
So I went home and made dinner and cleaned.
Sam called, Bike Sam, and I went to meet him at Brain Wash. We wandered over to Cassidy's, the local messenger hangout. I liked it. Mostly because I only paid for one beer all night.
I was being flirty with the bartender and got all my drinks for free. It got to a point that Sam was drinking for free because dude knew that if Sam got bored and left, I was going to leave too. It was fun. I like getting trashed for free. I don't remember the walk home but Sam made food and I passed out.
Sam says I spent the walk home talking shit on the bartender because what kind of tool does that!?!?!
Anyway, it was a good night. I was up too late and drank too much.
Friday, October 31st.
I slept way too late. Nursing a hangover and feeling shitty. I kept trying to get out of bed but it just wasn't working. When I did finally get out of bed, I went to Brain Wash to do laundry. I read Coin Locker Babies while I waited for my laundry and ate a bagel. From there I went a got mouse for my hair and went back to the house to do myself up for the party.
The party started kind of slow. All I wanted to do was leave. It took a while, but I finally loosened up. I did lock myself in Liz's bedroom for a while, trying to escape the party. Everyone got drunker and drunker and I ended up biting Fox's face when he was tickling me. Oops. Dave called and wanted me to come over for a small after party. I was supposed to take Fox with me but he was passed out by the time it was time to go.
I got to Dave's around 4am. We drank whiskeya and sat around for a few hours. I spilled whiskey and soda all overmyself at some point and wore Dave's sweats for the rest of the night.
Saturday, November 1st.
I slept late again, and hung out with Dave most of the day. It was raining really hard all day and I didnt have a rain coat. I went to sell my bike to some guy who gave me a hard time and obviously didnt know what he was talking about. I wanted to punch hime and I am sure that my bike is going to be destroyed.
I was already wet by the time I got to the Hampshire House to pick up my keys. Fox was grossly hungover. I had to laugh. I walked all the way home in the pouring rain to pack up my stuff.
Dave was leaving his house at 6pm so I had just over an hour and a half to pack and get back to his house. I called a cab and went outside to wait for it. It took more than an hour for the cab to show up. I was pissed, cold and still sopping wet. Dave had to help me take my pants off when I got there because they were so wet. Im sure it was the highlight of his night. Then I got a call from the girl who was supposed to give me a ride to LA, she couldnt do it. So I paniced. Jake bought me a plane ticket to Vegas, Im sure to settle my nerves.
For my last night in town, I wanted to make a nice dinner and bake pie. Fox was moving his stuff into Dave's that night so I made dinner for the both of us. It was actually a really nice dinner of brussel sprouts, green beans, onions, garlic, yellow and orange bell peppers, tempeh and rice. I think I might be a decent cook after all!
Fox was late, as usual but when he finally showed up, he ate and I started on pie. It was going to be sweet potato pie. Perfect for the first of November! Dave had a friend over, who sucked, and we had a lot of awkward conversation while we waited for the pie to bake.
We all ended up staying up until 7am. I was exhausted by the time I fell asleep.
Sunday, November 2nd.
I hung out in Fox's room and he made me listen to music while he folded laundry. I had to rush to BART to get out to the airport. My phone didnt switch for daylight savings and I ended up on BART more than an hour early. Oops. So as I was sitting in the airport, my flight was delayed by two hours. Fun. Im running off of three hours of sleep, hardly any food, three nights of staying up too late and now I have to wait for three hours to get on the plane. Cool.
I got to watch a couple episodes of Battlestar on the plane. It was rad.
Liz picked me up from the airport and we watched Love Actually while I ate mac and cheese.
Monday, November 3rd.
I woke up today feeling really sick. My nose is running with nasty yellow/green snot, my body aches and I just feel like shit all around. I slept until 3pm, I really needed it, and sat around and watched The OC. What an exciting day! Hopefully tomorrow will prove to be a better day!
I spent most of the day lounging around the house. I needed to have my dermal anchors back in and I was starving. I went up to the shop to have my anchors put back in and ended up have another job offered to me. It seems to happen a lot to me.... I decided to turn it down, after a lot of consideration, despite really wanting to take the job.
Ritual is a cafe that people have said has good coffee so I decided to try it out. I happened to go in while Benji's friend Nick were working. We chatted and he invited me to go have drinks with him and his co-workers after work. It was only an hour or so to kill before they were off so I went down the street to buy a notebook. I was in the bookstore for five minutes. I am not exaggerating, five minutes. I ran in, grabbed a notebook and a post card and ran out. When I came out my rear wheel had been stolen. Gone. What the fuck?!?!?! I had to call around and find another wheel to use for the last few days I was in town.
Eventually, I swallowed my pride and called Fox. I walked my frame all the way to the Hampshire House to meet him and get a new wheel. We eventually got one and put it on but the cog was too small and the chain was eating my chain ring when I rode. I got half way to the bar and ended up walking. I had drinks with Nick and Jeff and we laughed about the ridiculousness of my wheel being gone and the trouble I went through to get a new one.
Wednesday, October 29th.
To fix the cog problem, I had to walk to Freewheel to get a new one. Pryish called and wanted to meet up since he was in town for the afternoon. I ate falaffel while I waited for him and his friends. When he got into the Mission we talked for a while but he had to run out to Oakland so we said our goodbyes. I like that kid. He is a good kid to know.
From there I went to Philz to kill time. I had decided to hear Fox out on what the hell was going on. I'm not sure why I agreed but I did. At 7:00 I headed over to SoCha to meet Fox. He was late and just as I was about to walk out, the guy working gave me a free beer. We had been chatting and for some reason, people like to give me free shit. I don't argue with that. And it was lucky for Fox too.
When Fox finally arrived we talked for almost two hours. Things are right with us again for the most part. It was all a misunderstanding and him not being able to process his feelings. Figures.
I sat and read in SoCha for the rest of the evening and listened to live classical music. Apparently they do it every Wednesday night. I wish I had known sooner. Their coffee is shit and they don't have vegan food but the atmosphere cant be beat.
Thursday, October 30th.
Oh, this day was great.... Sike. I went to Whole Foods before work and got lots of food for work. I get really hungry at work sometimes so I like to be prepared. I also found a ride to LA on my way to work! Sweet!
It was a slow day at the club again. I tried to stick it out but the laws in California are very different from the laws in Oregon. I draw the line at touching. I have never been able to do it and Im not about to start now. I had one dance and quit. Management didn't give a shit about me or my safety and I cant work in a place like that. Even for a day.
So I went home and made dinner and cleaned.
Sam called, Bike Sam, and I went to meet him at Brain Wash. We wandered over to Cassidy's, the local messenger hangout. I liked it. Mostly because I only paid for one beer all night.
I was being flirty with the bartender and got all my drinks for free. It got to a point that Sam was drinking for free because dude knew that if Sam got bored and left, I was going to leave too. It was fun. I like getting trashed for free. I don't remember the walk home but Sam made food and I passed out.
Sam says I spent the walk home talking shit on the bartender because what kind of tool does that!?!?!
Anyway, it was a good night. I was up too late and drank too much.
Friday, October 31st.
I slept way too late. Nursing a hangover and feeling shitty. I kept trying to get out of bed but it just wasn't working. When I did finally get out of bed, I went to Brain Wash to do laundry. I read Coin Locker Babies while I waited for my laundry and ate a bagel. From there I went a got mouse for my hair and went back to the house to do myself up for the party.
The party started kind of slow. All I wanted to do was leave. It took a while, but I finally loosened up. I did lock myself in Liz's bedroom for a while, trying to escape the party. Everyone got drunker and drunker and I ended up biting Fox's face when he was tickling me. Oops. Dave called and wanted me to come over for a small after party. I was supposed to take Fox with me but he was passed out by the time it was time to go.
I got to Dave's around 4am. We drank whiskeya and sat around for a few hours. I spilled whiskey and soda all overmyself at some point and wore Dave's sweats for the rest of the night.
Saturday, November 1st.
I slept late again, and hung out with Dave most of the day. It was raining really hard all day and I didnt have a rain coat. I went to sell my bike to some guy who gave me a hard time and obviously didnt know what he was talking about. I wanted to punch hime and I am sure that my bike is going to be destroyed.
I was already wet by the time I got to the Hampshire House to pick up my keys. Fox was grossly hungover. I had to laugh. I walked all the way home in the pouring rain to pack up my stuff.
Dave was leaving his house at 6pm so I had just over an hour and a half to pack and get back to his house. I called a cab and went outside to wait for it. It took more than an hour for the cab to show up. I was pissed, cold and still sopping wet. Dave had to help me take my pants off when I got there because they were so wet. Im sure it was the highlight of his night. Then I got a call from the girl who was supposed to give me a ride to LA, she couldnt do it. So I paniced. Jake bought me a plane ticket to Vegas, Im sure to settle my nerves.
For my last night in town, I wanted to make a nice dinner and bake pie. Fox was moving his stuff into Dave's that night so I made dinner for the both of us. It was actually a really nice dinner of brussel sprouts, green beans, onions, garlic, yellow and orange bell peppers, tempeh and rice. I think I might be a decent cook after all!
Fox was late, as usual but when he finally showed up, he ate and I started on pie. It was going to be sweet potato pie. Perfect for the first of November! Dave had a friend over, who sucked, and we had a lot of awkward conversation while we waited for the pie to bake.
We all ended up staying up until 7am. I was exhausted by the time I fell asleep.
Sunday, November 2nd.
I hung out in Fox's room and he made me listen to music while he folded laundry. I had to rush to BART to get out to the airport. My phone didnt switch for daylight savings and I ended up on BART more than an hour early. Oops. So as I was sitting in the airport, my flight was delayed by two hours. Fun. Im running off of three hours of sleep, hardly any food, three nights of staying up too late and now I have to wait for three hours to get on the plane. Cool.
I got to watch a couple episodes of Battlestar on the plane. It was rad.
Liz picked me up from the airport and we watched Love Actually while I ate mac and cheese.
Monday, November 3rd.
I woke up today feeling really sick. My nose is running with nasty yellow/green snot, my body aches and I just feel like shit all around. I slept until 3pm, I really needed it, and sat around and watched The OC. What an exciting day! Hopefully tomorrow will prove to be a better day!
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