London.
4th time since july. So bizarre. So great.
Long travel day of snow, rerouting, chicago, drunken layovers, passing
on plane food, and shit talk.
It dark. Long day getting the euro le tigre show up and running in the
mouse hole-sized Barfly. Bad food courtesy of the label, felt poisoned
all day yet managed to meet up w/my friend and her friend who she
"brought for me", who...well, more, later.
Ran into Spiv and all sorts of Londoners I'd met before. Saw many pieces
of glass shattered. Back to the hotel for some tea, and hopes of either
throwing up or shitting myself, anything to get the demons out of my
stomach. No luck, but I thought about seeing her later and made my way
through Camden back to the club. It was madness, Camden Crawl, people
cuing up not sure who they were going to see... I dizzily sat w/A and
talked shit about everyone we knew. Then pulled it together to get the
show on.
Rad show. People were psyched. S and HER sent me a drink at the
appropriate time. Cute cute cute!!! Packed it up and bolted with HER
rubbing up against me in a stagger as we walked. Afterparty. Two of the
worst words in the world. But two of the best words in the world... Free
Booze... Sat w/S and HER for a long time drinkin and talking
relationships - her ex was an aquarius and she a capricorn, my ex was a
capricorn. Yikes. No good, but she is soooo fucking rad. Old school
electro playing, ventures into late 80s acid house and baggy beats...
SHE wants to dance but the music is ehhh... I'm just getting drunk,
guess my stomach was fine.
She leaves and the rest of the vampires come back. A is here, tells me
to go chat up the cute bartender girls cause they wanna come to
Manchester. I go there and turns out they have no more whiskey, but she
can't seem to get the wine open. "If you open it you can have it..." I
drank half a bottle myself. 60's and early 80s punk new wave decepticon
into shake yr rump and we danced like crazy... 3am 4am...
Lost S and HER long ago, just me and A, getting drunk and me smoking her
smokes. We start to leave and run into S and HER who protest. I pull her
aside..."I've never kissed anyone with a tongue piercing" "neither have
I" she says. I whisper in her ear how cute and sweet I think she is, and
"give us a kiss before we go" "my EX is right there" but we're talking
so close and it's that cheeks pressed together version of repressed
intimacy it feels like we are...."tomorrow" she says and mumbles about
how she wants to cook me something... So cute.
Capricorn. Damn.
Pics when I can get online
Xoxo
--jnthn
4th time since july. So bizarre. So great.
Long travel day of snow, rerouting, chicago, drunken layovers, passing
on plane food, and shit talk.
It dark. Long day getting the euro le tigre show up and running in the
mouse hole-sized Barfly. Bad food courtesy of the label, felt poisoned
all day yet managed to meet up w/my friend and her friend who she
"brought for me", who...well, more, later.
Ran into Spiv and all sorts of Londoners I'd met before. Saw many pieces
of glass shattered. Back to the hotel for some tea, and hopes of either
throwing up or shitting myself, anything to get the demons out of my
stomach. No luck, but I thought about seeing her later and made my way
through Camden back to the club. It was madness, Camden Crawl, people
cuing up not sure who they were going to see... I dizzily sat w/A and
talked shit about everyone we knew. Then pulled it together to get the
show on.
Rad show. People were psyched. S and HER sent me a drink at the
appropriate time. Cute cute cute!!! Packed it up and bolted with HER
rubbing up against me in a stagger as we walked. Afterparty. Two of the
worst words in the world. But two of the best words in the world... Free
Booze... Sat w/S and HER for a long time drinkin and talking
relationships - her ex was an aquarius and she a capricorn, my ex was a
capricorn. Yikes. No good, but she is soooo fucking rad. Old school
electro playing, ventures into late 80s acid house and baggy beats...
SHE wants to dance but the music is ehhh... I'm just getting drunk,
guess my stomach was fine.
She leaves and the rest of the vampires come back. A is here, tells me
to go chat up the cute bartender girls cause they wanna come to
Manchester. I go there and turns out they have no more whiskey, but she
can't seem to get the wine open. "If you open it you can have it..." I
drank half a bottle myself. 60's and early 80s punk new wave decepticon
into shake yr rump and we danced like crazy... 3am 4am...
Lost S and HER long ago, just me and A, getting drunk and me smoking her
smokes. We start to leave and run into S and HER who protest. I pull her
aside..."I've never kissed anyone with a tongue piercing" "neither have
I" she says. I whisper in her ear how cute and sweet I think she is, and
"give us a kiss before we go" "my EX is right there" but we're talking
so close and it's that cheeks pressed together version of repressed
intimacy it feels like we are...."tomorrow" she says and mumbles about
how she wants to cook me something... So cute.
Capricorn. Damn.
Pics when I can get online
Xoxo
--jnthn
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whenever I read your prose I'm confused and giddy and excited, all at once. I think we call it gibbly.
I miss the baggy beats and the electro. A friend I've not seen in years -- an old lover like most of my friends -- was out spinning electro this past weekend, and I missed it. I'm feeling like a dork. I'd have been into the '80s stuff too, if only for a brief flashback disorienting spa dance trip.
sounds like this whole british thing is a trip, period.