Sunday, May 09, 2004
Oh, how rude of me!
MeJulie and I got the 2-bedroom that we begged for, and we nearly did get the 1-bedroom with the giant yard. We have been measuring things. My room will suck, but at least we will have a living room and kitchen of our own, and my bidness stuff will be protected from the elements. And we'll get to see each other all the time.
I forgot to say what a smashing success Jam's party was. I had so much fun. H+C+S called me like an hour after the party started to say that they had arrived and where was I? Or was it CP who called? It's all so fuzzy, cuz I had already started drinking at home. I got there and my crusty punk friends were polishing each other's boots in the front hallway (on the stairs that lead to the only bathroom). It was hilarious. We all drank a lot- Jam made vegan white russians. When the crusties left, some bottles of hard liquor disappeared, too. I flirted with the ex-pookster a lot and kissed him on the lips when I left. Might have done more but MeJulie was there the whole time. (I kissed the ex-pookster a bit more on what day was that, Wednesday? Thursday?)
Ok as much as we tried to embarrass Jam for associating with people in the gentrification house, he outdid us. At one point he went and changed into some kind of club kid outfit, complete with something like spandex pants. He came up to me and danced around and flashed his penis at me!! Later on he put some balloons down his pants to overemphasize their contents. What a dork. Crusty r remembers holding a banana-shaped (but larger) balloon up to the front of his pants and having jam go down on it.
The other part: meJulie and I and a few more friends left at 3am, and the pookster was still there. I wonder if he like has promised himself to always be the last guest. It's impressive, nonetheless.
email me at haydees@gmail.com
MeJulie and I got the 2-bedroom that we begged for, and we nearly did get the 1-bedroom with the giant yard. We have been measuring things. My room will suck, but at least we will have a living room and kitchen of our own, and my bidness stuff will be protected from the elements. And we'll get to see each other all the time.
I forgot to say what a smashing success Jam's party was. I had so much fun. H+C+S called me like an hour after the party started to say that they had arrived and where was I? Or was it CP who called? It's all so fuzzy, cuz I had already started drinking at home. I got there and my crusty punk friends were polishing each other's boots in the front hallway (on the stairs that lead to the only bathroom). It was hilarious. We all drank a lot- Jam made vegan white russians. When the crusties left, some bottles of hard liquor disappeared, too. I flirted with the ex-pookster a lot and kissed him on the lips when I left. Might have done more but MeJulie was there the whole time. (I kissed the ex-pookster a bit more on what day was that, Wednesday? Thursday?)
Ok as much as we tried to embarrass Jam for associating with people in the gentrification house, he outdid us. At one point he went and changed into some kind of club kid outfit, complete with something like spandex pants. He came up to me and danced around and flashed his penis at me!! Later on he put some balloons down his pants to overemphasize their contents. What a dork. Crusty r remembers holding a banana-shaped (but larger) balloon up to the front of his pants and having jam go down on it.
The other part: meJulie and I and a few more friends left at 3am, and the pookster was still there. I wonder if he like has promised himself to always be the last guest. It's impressive, nonetheless.
email me at haydees@gmail.com
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