I do enjoy having adventures, even if they're relatively small.
Last night's diminutive adventure:
Raine and I dress up and go to the art show mentioned in my last journal. The announcement for the show is in a wacky font and it looks like the address is 1911 Aurora. Everywhere we stop (coffee place, cigarette place, wherever) I feel like a spectacle. After turning around several times we find 1911 Aurora-- a skeezy hotel (as opposed to all the high-class hotels on Aurora?). The nose-picking women at the desk stare at us uncomprehendingly as we describe where we're trying to be, and eventually I remember that I have Jessica (the artist who's showing her work that night)'s phone number. So I call her and learn that the address was actually 4911, which makes a lot more sense.
So we show up about a half hour before the show ends, but it's enough time to look at some pictures and say hello to some people. And luckily several of the people I know are going out for drinks afterward. We meet a guy who has a cane made out of an artificial hip, because he has a friend who works at a crematorium. Awesome.
Basically I get a chance to catch up with some people I see about once or twice a year, and make tentative plans to do it again, with fewer people.
Raine and I end up at Denny's with her husband, and finally I don't feel like the most oddly dressed person, because there are lots of people winding down after Halloween parties. The waitress feels bad about not refilling our coffee for a while and gives us free root beer floats.
I go home and think about how much I enjoy writing in the present tense, and then pass the fuck out.
Last night's diminutive adventure:
Raine and I dress up and go to the art show mentioned in my last journal. The announcement for the show is in a wacky font and it looks like the address is 1911 Aurora. Everywhere we stop (coffee place, cigarette place, wherever) I feel like a spectacle. After turning around several times we find 1911 Aurora-- a skeezy hotel (as opposed to all the high-class hotels on Aurora?). The nose-picking women at the desk stare at us uncomprehendingly as we describe where we're trying to be, and eventually I remember that I have Jessica (the artist who's showing her work that night)'s phone number. So I call her and learn that the address was actually 4911, which makes a lot more sense.
So we show up about a half hour before the show ends, but it's enough time to look at some pictures and say hello to some people. And luckily several of the people I know are going out for drinks afterward. We meet a guy who has a cane made out of an artificial hip, because he has a friend who works at a crematorium. Awesome.
Basically I get a chance to catch up with some people I see about once or twice a year, and make tentative plans to do it again, with fewer people.
Raine and I end up at Denny's with her husband, and finally I don't feel like the most oddly dressed person, because there are lots of people winding down after Halloween parties. The waitress feels bad about not refilling our coffee for a while and gives us free root beer floats.
I go home and think about how much I enjoy writing in the present tense, and then pass the fuck out.
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You're not going to KMFDM Halloween night are you?