don't you think i see? i do.
Oct. 28th, 2001 03:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aslantfriday: we absconded with r's pal l, with her charmingly large yellow bag, and drove off in a flurry of fatigue to northampton. the western skies filled up with this sea of color, and an itty moon way off to the other side, and washes of clouds looking like matchsticks, broken by all this color.
at the kitchen there was a slight mishap when we ran into m. we beat a hasty retreat! and broke into haven house, since nobody answered the damn door, and then went down to the pond for float night. this was all very charming. decorated canoes, shameless hamming by the sikos etc etc, jello wrestling in an 800lb tub of orange gelatin slimyness in the cold cold air.
eventually we made it back to the kitchen and took up some unfinished business with the tequila bottle and the sushi platters. i gave r her card and some goodies, and we generally wrecked havoc in the name of the birthday gods. despite massive amounts of alcohol, i managed not to get drunk, not really. we left around four, after polo shots and half-assed cleaning efforts, assisted by l and a.
r's friends did not make it back from their secluded mountain cabin. we slept in a sleepy tangle and each tried not to knock the other off the bed, and i dreamt of limes limes limes.
saturday we went downtown to raven and then javanet, where i read my raven purchases. it was goodtimes and i was so happy to just be there. i love the town so much. it's easy to forget that, here many highway-hours to the east. j and i had dinner with hannah and abby, and then we went to see the sally show. it was actually really good (minus the antics of a certain haven-affiliate crowd; but perhaps inevitable) although i was tempted to scream at several points less talk. more rock.
we left after that, with abby, and i drove home, attempting to fend off the blind night-driving panic when the road fades off, or when the wheel forgets how to turn.
last night i dreamt of the delectable ms julie, and at one point woke myself up and told myself to move over. i nearly did before i realized there was nobody to move over for. and so i slept. but a curious sleep; as if blocks of ice rose from the river forcing me to the surface when all i wanted was to dive down deeper.
today c and i walked miles along memorial drive, the graceful curving avenue of golden leafy trees and endless bicyclers and children and runners and such. it was so beautiful; clear and cold. when we got back to the car, a small child was passing, with eyes the size of dinnerplates. he walked up behind me and pinched my ass! at which his grandfather and i laughed. oh darlin, we only let the cute ones get away with that.
also? c and i cleaned the garage. lorna's "important boxes" and "valuable equipment" were actually a [literally] rotting pile of half-empty cardboard boxes and rusted metal contraptions. also a half-mildewed fur coat.
leah's letter came. she thinks i am a fool for what i have done. i must defend myself better; i still come off sounding weak and unconvinced(ing).
at the kitchen there was a slight mishap when we ran into m. we beat a hasty retreat! and broke into haven house, since nobody answered the damn door, and then went down to the pond for float night. this was all very charming. decorated canoes, shameless hamming by the sikos etc etc, jello wrestling in an 800lb tub of orange gelatin slimyness in the cold cold air.
eventually we made it back to the kitchen and took up some unfinished business with the tequila bottle and the sushi platters. i gave r her card and some goodies, and we generally wrecked havoc in the name of the birthday gods. despite massive amounts of alcohol, i managed not to get drunk, not really. we left around four, after polo shots and half-assed cleaning efforts, assisted by l and a.
r's friends did not make it back from their secluded mountain cabin. we slept in a sleepy tangle and each tried not to knock the other off the bed, and i dreamt of limes limes limes.
saturday we went downtown to raven and then javanet, where i read my raven purchases. it was goodtimes and i was so happy to just be there. i love the town so much. it's easy to forget that, here many highway-hours to the east. j and i had dinner with hannah and abby, and then we went to see the sally show. it was actually really good (minus the antics of a certain haven-affiliate crowd; but perhaps inevitable) although i was tempted to scream at several points less talk. more rock.
we left after that, with abby, and i drove home, attempting to fend off the blind night-driving panic when the road fades off, or when the wheel forgets how to turn.
last night i dreamt of the delectable ms julie, and at one point woke myself up and told myself to move over. i nearly did before i realized there was nobody to move over for. and so i slept. but a curious sleep; as if blocks of ice rose from the river forcing me to the surface when all i wanted was to dive down deeper.
today c and i walked miles along memorial drive, the graceful curving avenue of golden leafy trees and endless bicyclers and children and runners and such. it was so beautiful; clear and cold. when we got back to the car, a small child was passing, with eyes the size of dinnerplates. he walked up behind me and pinched my ass! at which his grandfather and i laughed. oh darlin, we only let the cute ones get away with that.
also? c and i cleaned the garage. lorna's "important boxes" and "valuable equipment" were actually a [literally] rotting pile of half-empty cardboard boxes and rusted metal contraptions. also a half-mildewed fur coat.
leah's letter came. she thinks i am a fool for what i have done. i must defend myself better; i still come off sounding weak and unconvinced(ing).
