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Waking up around 11:30 a.m. I don't really want to but I have to have a conversation with my mechanic to give him permission to complete repairs on my car.
Cinnamon Raisin Bagel with Vegan Cream Cheese. Papaya. Orange Juice.
At the table Darren and Sasha discuss ideal qualities in mates and sexual partners.
Research.
Biking to The Escape, our neighborhood gym off Birdneck. They just renovated the whole place, adding more fitness equipment, repainting, etc. I make use of the treadmill and run 2 miles.
Egg Salad Sandwich with Tomato. Salt n Vinegar Chips. Honey Green Tea.
At the storage unit with Josiah and Calum practicing songs for a Ladada show we have this Saturday. We come up with new progressions and melodies but we can never seem to get past the first stage of structuring a song. Sometimes I feel these sessions get a bit dull because they both gulp back a six-pack of Miller High Life and it creates this kind of let's do whatever we feel like attitude. I don't feel like we're tight enough as a band yet to perform. But it'll come together next practice I hope.
We all reconvene at the house. Ana just finished baking Vegan Chocolate Chocolate Chip Cupcakes for the party. James is baking Chocolate Chip Cookies. I'm baking these Vegan Crab Cakes I found in the freezer for dinner. Adding a Salad mix to make it complete.
Caravanning to Art's birthday party at the Russian's new place off Oceana Blvd. I haven't seen Art in about three months. He, along with all his other friends, is pleased to see us. He offers me a Heineken and to partake in any of the hors d'oeuvres. Dance tunes blaring on the TV. Beer pong balls flung across the table into cups of water. Singing and laughter in the backyard. I'm encouraged to lead on the guitar. Ana accompanies me with her beautiful voice. Creep, Island in the Sun, Proud Mary, All I Have to Do Is Dream, etc. I'm practically forced into taking shots of whiskey and rum. My heart rate increases. My excitement heightens. Running around the room. Shaking my limbs. Competitive rounds of beer pong with Art and whomever. One Russian girl, but more Siberian looking, learns how to play real fast. Ana and I laugh at her funny little demeanor. She keeps saying things like, "Dammit!" and "Do it!" in a thick accent. There's a black and gray striped cat named Archie roaming around chasing the pong ball whenever it is dropped. What a fun atmosphere to be drunk in. It's nice to get away from my house and let go at someone else's. It's a liberating feeling.
Back at the house. Some of the other roommates have been doing some of their own drinking. I witness a wrestling match between Josh and Kevin.
In the bedroom with Ana. I immediately plop right down on the bed with relief. The alcohol in my body has sedated me. She changes into her black petal shorts and clamors on top of me. A heated sex session begins. It lasts a while. Moments of ecstasy seem to make us feel enlightened.
Sleep at some late hour.
[i] Image by me.
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