3 October
Well, here I am, still telling stories about the past ("Long past?" "No, your past.") but at least the date at the top of the page is the date that it actually is.
Be grateful for small favours, ducks.
I forgot to mention about the funnest thing that we did on Friday night, which was the Psychotic Diary Recitation a-Go-Go!
Some of the others had a favourite car-wreck diary, one that I, among others, had never heard of, so it was called up on Kate's computer, and I started reading the funnier bits out loud, and then, suddenly, I was giving a dramatic reading of just about the whole thing!
Entry after entry, I just kept going. Gestures, props, quick, dramatic changes of volume and tone, (all on the first reading, all cold, might I add), everyone was just mesmerized. The ones that had read the journal before said, "I always knew that this diarist was loony, but not that he/she was actually psychotic!"
Everyone was very sad that I wasn't going to be at JournalCon, because clearly, this is my party trick.
So, the five of us ( Wes had gone home) sacked out like, well, sacks, in piles all over the apartment. I dibbsed the bean bag chair, which did not end up being the cleverest choice that I had ever made, because it kept going into weird shapes and the beany noises woke me up when I turned over.
I never claimed to have pristine judgement.
The next morning, we all got up, showered and checked our email, which took exactly as long as you would imagine for five women to do, though maybe it was four, because Corina left at some point, though I knew that she was there overnight...It's all going fuzzy. Anyway, some number of us bathed and checked email, which meant that by the time we left, we were all faint with hunger again.
It was the most gorgeous day, and we walked through a park and petted a dog and practically skipped around, swinging hands like we were in a movie. Wait, that part I definitely must be remembering wrong!
O yeah, I remember, we went to this place called The Irish Pub for lunch, which, in terms of things in America named The Irish Pub, looked remarkably like an Irish Pub, and were so hungry by the time the food came that we applauded the waitress. She was nonplussed, and said "It hasn't been that long a wait, has it?" but we explained that we were about to draw lots to see which one of us would be cannibalized, so she understood that the applause was not sarcastic, but quite genuine.
After our meal, we were sated and full, so of course we went to an ice cream place and ate more, because if we weren't holding our tummies, groaning about how we would never eat again, it just wouldn't do this weekend. It was pretty stunning ice cream, though. It was worth it.
Afterwards, we went to South St. to the bookstore, because Melissa wanted to buy a book or two. I said that I wouldn't be buying any books, because I was broke as hell and because they wouldn't have had time to restock since the last time I was there.
Why then, did I walk out with eight books and Melissa with none? I'm still trying to work that one out in my head.
Then we took a cab back (Mel treated the cab, Colleen treated lunch, Kate treated the cab we took later, I am the only one who didn't treat this weekend! Next time I will, I promise.) because Mel's new fella was picking her up from Kate's place.
Now, I have met a couple of Melissa's beaux, though not all, and I have decided with this one, this Greg person, not to like him just because Melissa does. I won't get fooled again! Of course, as the girls made me re-create my Psychotic Diary Recitation a-Go-Go, and he sat on the floor just shouting with laughter, I decided that this one was a keeper! I vote for Greg.
I like a man who can sit in a roomful of women and act neither cowed nor paternalistic.
Afterwards, Kate and Col and I had dinner and wrote journal entries and gossiped and walked around and told stories. What a swell way to spend a Saturday night in the Cradle of Liberty!
Do you like them car-crash journals? Are you afraid that maybe you write one?
Do you like your friend's mates?
And we're still talking about being a morning person or a night person, my old designs, what breaks our hearts, doing what we didn't think we could do, working with children or animals, Drugstore.com coupons from Kim, waiting until the last second to do something important, unlikely fears, strange things overheard, travelling with a band, not being noticed, what surprises us about ourselves, and icky stories
Today's horoscope:
Fun and games time! Today's the day to play with the kids (or your inner child) in whatever ways you can all enjoy. Be frivolous!
One year ago today:
"Had you been considerate enough to be a little more mediocre, I'd have been more prompt!"
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