I had the greatest night tonight. But since I’m horrible at being linear, I’m prefacing it with a summary.
Right now I’m listening to the latest Robbie Williams album (recommended by Mark, of course, who has unquestionable taste. I just can’t resist him.
This weekend was incredible, actually. Me and Annie and Amanda worked at HorseCow all Saturday afternoon making these huge shelving thingies. (When you look at these pictures, I want you to know…there was NOTHING there when we started. We built the whole damn structure.
The night before that, me and Annie went to the opening of the new wing at Faces. I guess there wasn’t as much debauchery as I imagined, but we had a great time dancing and going outside to smoke (I’m starting to fake smoke again). And, of course, “are you inderpendeman”? (long story)
Before that (I know, I’m horrible with chronology in these posts), we had drinks and coffee at the Kasbah with this guy named Ben and his akward straight-esque boyfriend before we went to Faces. I found him…well…scintillating. I just can’t help but love skinny, psueudointellectual white boys who bear striking resemblances to Ripley.
God, I still miss Ripley. Do old wounds ever heal? I’m not sure. I guess it’s not a wound. I’ll always love/miss him, even though it might sound improbable, since I probably won’t see the guy for a long time. One of my most perfect memories is white, pure light streaming in from the open window that first morning. I opened my eyes, and there was his beautiful face. That just felt…well…perfect.
Okay, I’m getting off the track. But yeah, Ben is the one starting this transcendental art museum or something like that. I love pretentious people, it’s my greatest vice. At the Kasbah that night they had belly dancing performers every hour or so. They were incredible! Two of them did this dance with swords balanced on their heads…we were on tables in the very middle of the room and they were all dancing around us, it was like a personal show. We were all sampling each other’s drinks (pomegranate wine [mine], anise-flavored liqueur [ben's], Turkish coffee [mine also], and Yerba Mate in a gourd [Annie and Amanda's]).
On me and Annie’s walk back to get her bike, I was riding my scooter alongside her as we walked the seven or so blocks. This stupid fucking cop was all “I’m going to impound your scooter for 30 days” and all this bullshit but by the grace of the gods Annie talked him out of it. God, every night out seems to be a new act in “I Hate Cops,” a tragicomedy in an infinite number of acts by Darius Capulet.
On Saturday night, I accidentally left my phone at Annie’s and we ended up just looking for each other all that night, even though it was Second Saturday. I ended up going over to her house and after exchanging “WHERE WERE YOU?!”s, we watched The Hours and talked about how nothing is real until 3 a.m.
On Sunday, had breakfast at Annie’s, and I went home. Grammie was having some kind of bridge (the card game) night, and I wanted to vacate, so the fates led me to The Birdcage, across from Sunrise Mall, where me and my cousin always used to hang out all the time.
Starbucks at the cage.
I hung out and read The Bell Jar and IMed with this odd guy from Chico that messaged me this morning and is like, in love with me or something after IMing all afternoon. Anyway, I read for a while, sipping my iced soy chai, and then they randomly showed up.
More of Starbucks at the Cage.
It was so cool, all the like six friends I had before I moved down here all in one spot…and later when I went to Target I saw Devin’s girlfriend and Devin’s sister…I totally walked right by them ’cause I was talking to Patrick on the phone, and then I was like, “Wait…”. It was a cool night, I felt popular.
We’re having a huge St. Patrick’s Day party this weekend, and I SO can’t wait. I missed Kelly and Becky so much, I don’t know how I got sucked into my life so much that I didn’t try to make time for my friends. I dunno, I guess I just needed to sort of pull into myself after the breakup.
“I wasn’t pushing you away, I was pulling me closer to myself!” ;)
Seriously guys, I can’t remember having this much fun. Not being in a horrible spiraling pit of a doomed relationship does wonders for the psyche.
I can’t wait until Patrick comes! We are going to have so much fun.
Well, I sort of frittered away a lot of my sleep time to write this, but I had such a great time I couldn’t help but share it. I hope all your weekends were exciting :)
Parking SUCKED in Downtown Sacramento on Friday. God, I HATED it. And I had a friend call me to pick her up on I and 12th Streets, so I had to leave my parking spot, pick her up, and try to find another one.
Faces needs to pull their heads out of their asses and build more parking.
I’m glad you had fun!