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Waking up at noon. She’s cooped up next to me fumbling her
body around. I like it when she entraps me with her legs.
I turn to her, “Are we gonna keep sleeping?”
Her: “Maybe.”
Me: “Cause if not I’d like to be doing something more productive.”
Her: “Well you can get up and do that.”
Me: “I’m not talking about that. I mean something more
productive...”
She huffs jokingly...
Then we engage in wake-up sex.
Bosc Pear. OJ.
Organizing.
Double Egg Sandwich with Mayonnaise and Tomato. Creamy
Tomato Soup. Tortilla Chips. Honey Oolong Tea.
Watching Blackthorn (2011).
Rehearsing with Kevin a song we’ll be performing tonight.
To the store.
Leftover Vegetables from yesterday along with Black Beans
and Alfredo Fettuccine.
Playing some music downstairs with Kevin and Richie – riding
on a western-themed jam.
Finally
the Show N Tellers trickle in and fill up the house like maddened lemmings with
a drive to be a part of chaos. ↔ Bubbles. Bubbles. Bubbles everywhere. It’s a
bubble frenzy! ↔ Performing that song that sprung out of a jam with Richie and
Kevin. We identify ourselves as Spinball Dopamotive, a spinoff of their old
band with Anthony called Pinball Locomotive. ↔ Josiah coerces me into backing
him and Wesley up on drums for a song. ↔ Reciting improvised poetry with Jessa
– also reading pieces other people have written to a soundtrack of jazz and
beat. ↔ Singing Radiohead’s “Creep” karaoke style with Edwin and his friend on
guitar and drums. ↔ And of course it goes without saying that Weezer jams
ensue...
I
don’t know if it was the bubbles or just a general sense of enlightenment but
something was different about tonight. I’ll quote Jessa here...
“[Tonight]
was nothing I expected to be. I enjoyed myself, I enjoyed the show, I enjoyed
the telling. What's most shocking, I enjoyed the people - most of them, that is
- and was thoroughly engaged. It was a great night. I always enjoy the crowd,
just, y'know. [Tonight] was a lot less charade, a lot more camaraderie. And, Josiah, it goes without saying that I always enjoy you.
You and your sweaters and your marvelous persona.”
Popcorn and a few Yuenglings.
The night dwindles down eventually.
Sleep some time after 3 a.m.
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by me.
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