two minutes ago:
Gillian: Okay. You go beat off, I'll go buy beer and cigarettes, then we'll have band practice.
I moved to a new apartment! And I can't get twenty minutes to myself for fucking around or anything. I have been so busy, I will tell you all about all of it one day. But right now: War Cave show on June 18th, congratulations Ty and Kristin, I have to go to the dollar store.
AND THEN I PLAYED THE HELL OUT OF A BANJO.
You know, it's kinda sad that muscley boys stripped down to their blue-and-yellow briefs, rubbing lotion all over other naked muscley boys on stage while disco plays really loud, just don't do much for me. Y'know? Because if I found 'em more exciting, last night would have been even better.
See what happened was, Rach and Mary drank beer all day long. Rach called up around midnight- after I'd taken the king of the naps and decided just to stay in- like, drunk and barely coherent, threatening to kill everyone on the train or something. I was like, okay, I am such a mommy bird, I will come make sure you get home.
The drunken directions went, "we are in [some unintelligible bar name] on avenue A at fifth street." So I went to all the bars on A, right? And they weren't in 'em. I even went into Opaline, where we'd gone to the open bar a thousand times last summer, but there was a cover.
Here's where it's awesome! This cute little kid with a bunch of makeup on was taking money at the door. I was like, is there a cover? And he was like, yeah, ten dollars. So I said, okay, bye, and he said, wait! So I said, Quesion mark? And he had me turn around, looked at my butt I guess, then said I could just go in.
BECAUSE I'M SO ATTRACTIVE! Which is nice. 'Cept then my people weren't in there, either, just a thousand sweaty boys. (And nobody even tried to make out with me.) I guess one of the naked boys onstage was pretty dried out- maybe he works in a dusty bookstore too!- because the other naked boy onstage kept climbing all over him and rubbing moisturizer into his thighs and rumpus. I kept wishing that it would turn me on, but eh. No dice. I'M PRETTY FRUITY BUT I AM JUST NOT GAY ENOUGH :*-(.
Anyway, then I found my people and stayed out all night and got home at 4:30.
I just posted you a good long entry about why I haven't been posting, what I've been up to, spontaneous guitar-and-banjo jams breaking out in the subway, rock shows friends why my life is basically summer camp, at this point, how everything's half-finished and I'm juggling a bunch of projects, and even an allusion to Top Secret Big Mysterious Things- but then the stupid internet cafe computer ate it. GODDAM STUPID INTERNET CAFE COMPUTER (please don't eat this one too).
But so things are good, and I'm glad people are starting to unfriend me for infrequency of postings. Love you too.
I am tired.
Hey if you want to come see Rach play a show tonight, show up at the strand at six thirty. It'll be rad.