Hello… I haven’t written in a few days, but I’ve been having loads of fun.
There is something going on with my memory card… don’t trust anything you get off of eBay for like five bucks… but of course I wasn’t following my own advice when I bought it. *drags out memory card reader*
So let’s start with Thursday night. I had planned to go to sleep at about midnight or one, but Zero was texting me about having a midnight picnic. I was totally down for the idea, because earlier that day I had just been very reluctant to leave midtown. It’s starting to become summer… and I am just in love with life. Thursday was the first t-shirt weather balmy day. I don’t know what it is, but on many Sacramento days during the summer the air smells really sweet.
So I get in the car when Susan shows up at my house, and Zero and Titan are also in the car. And I find out that we are going to San Francisco. I was totally down for it, we got orange juice at the AM PM and Susan went over this page of notes that she had written about the band that we are forming. I’m sure that I should’ve written about this a long time ago, a but it was more of a joke than an actual band and now I think we actually really are going to start this joke band. We came up with the name tonight (Saturday), it’s going to be Pute Médical, from this great line in Thomas est Amoreaux where Eva goes “I’m a whore, a medical whore, but a whore nonetheless,” (in French).
The idea sounded great because I had been wanting to do something all day, so we got on the freeway, and it’s song along to terrible songs (basically every hit of the 90s). We spent a bunch of time looking for a porn store because one of us had to get something… at that point it was about one in the morning and then it just hit me: I AM TIRED AND CRANKY.
I tried to play it off and find my second wind, but for a good hour I was in the doldrums. I mean, we were having fun, I was really tired. But by the time we finally got to the grocery store, I was in a really good mood because we were going to Ocean Beach. We loaded up on chips, crackers, hummus, and dip and set off to the beach. The cops told us that we should leave… but they saw the we weren’t homeless and Susan’s Wyoming license plates come in handy for an excuse.
Turned the car around, started down Geary (it’s around 2 a.m. at this point) and I end up falling asleep in the TINY backseat of Susan’s bug with Zero totally in my space and the speaker blaring in my ear (it was my pillow). Not the best time to realize I’m claustrophobic. I stumble out of the car once we get back, look at my phone, and I realize it’s 5 AM. Yeah… work was fun. And I had slept in the car so that took a lot of the edge off. I actually got a lot done at work that day.
This is the only pic I took that night, it was a locker at the grocery store we went to.
On the drive home, I visited Brian at work because I had to pick up a cheese grater at Bed Bath and Beyond (the graters were clearly in the “beyond” section). I got my mom her Mother’s Day card like a million weeks early and Brian and I went outside and talked for awhile. Apparently, Aaron and I are totally going to fuck… which is odd.
He’s in Tijuana doing some kind of community service with people in orphanages and then getting drunk every night… he can drunkenly confess things to Brian all night long, but he really is going to be a bit part in our psychodrama until he comes back here for summer.
So I’m listening to “Glass Slipper” on repeat…second-best Dresden Dolls song ever.
Now I get to write about today! Which you’ve already read! Oh, reverse chronological order…it strikes when you least expect it.
PS: totally in love with psychoanalyst finger puppets. Thank you, Molly. I need to read BoingBoing more…but Valleywag is so titillating!
