zac

so i went into the city today.
after some yardwork. which involved killing, er, "moving" a rosebush with my father. who is good at destroying things.

so i went into the city at any rate.
to the opening of this show that my friend matt had a few pieces in. i'd like to buy one of his pieces at some point, but instead of like $600, i'd rather pay like $6. i went through the same highschool art program with him, dammit. i've known him since first grade. i think i deserve a discount.

i went down to hoboken (which is where the term "hobo" originated if you wanted to know) and took the path in to 23rd, then went to 26th and then up to 10 ave or so. and there was the show.

when it starts getting warm out i sweat. a lot. my normal body temperature, for some reason, is 97, so it's usually a little too hot for me. it was about 8 billion degrees (kelvin) inside this damn gallery. at least there was free booze (which i shouldn't be drinking).

so i was sweating a bunch.

best part of the show: (which i honestly discovered by accident)

my eyes were lazily trailing across the room as i was trying to convey some sort of dis-affectedness that seems necessary at some art shows when suddenly !tit!
and as a dick owner, my vision was unintentionally glued to that sudden space as this girl wearing slightly less than a greay shirt kept insisting on leaning over to talk to her friend. so the "grey shirt" was "low cut", shall we say to a point a few inches above her navel, thusly, boobs fall out a lot on the bending over. now, i've seen a boob or two in my life, but these were majestically wonderful breasts. i tried to convince my friend to take a picture but he refused. so i got some wine. because they were out of beer.

so we went outside for a cig and my friend ben showed up and we took off (me and ben) to go boozin'. we went to this place "down the hatch" whose chili was shitty, and then to the "belgian beer bar" which was seemingly owned by rather non-belgian indian folks. but they had delirium tremens on tap which got me so drunk that i drank myself sober. which was also aided by the 2 slices of pizza we got at this pizza place which were ungodly big. and delicious. too delicious. i had to kill them.

then we went back to the boken. to a bar. where i accidentally spilled a tiny bit of beer on a girl. she complained, i apologized, she started flirting, i wasn't interested. she pretended to be fake-annoyed by the spilled beer, i told her i would take her mind of it. she said ok and i stuck a stirring straw 5 inches up my nose. she went away. as planned. i also got a free drink from the bartender. score. me and ben went back to his place and watched saturday night live. it was really terrible. except that tina fey is hot as fuck. especially the huge scar by her mouth. then er came on some other channel. i've never watched that show before. now i know why i'm glad i never watched it before.

then i came home while listening to the new modest mouse which currently owns my whole life. because it is the best. and then i decided to update.

work tomorrow is going to be fun.

xo.