days 12; 13; 14; 15 lent-tessa
i finally finished season four of the sopranos this evening.
day 12
my last day of work, i had already accepted another temp job starting monday. but it didn’t feel like an ending. i forgot my bottle of oatmeal-almond hand lotion at the desk. misschrista, jimiyeah and the sea and b kids were meeting at the garage for happy hour. i thought ok, you need to get out and hang out with a variety of people. someone who is still anonymous bought me a whiskey sour, so i had it. another time i gave in this month. but lent-tessa means severely limited, and that i’ve been holding to.
afterwards i met jrad, prettykat, and brian at cayenne for free appetizers. miss kat was having another fashion show so we dropped her off to get a boat put on her head (literally) while we went to temple billiards to get our ears blasted out in a concrete box. at the show kat looked like a silver statue with a toy boat on her head. her hair was like a big pillow, and she told me she had to use all the rest of her conditioner to get it back to normal.
day 13
in the morning i met up with them and we got ready to drive to vancouver, bc. but brian forgot his papers so we ate breakfast and jrad bought sims2. we left a couple hours late and ended up having to tell jim we would meet him at the aquarium. that got messed up, and it ended up being just the four of us.
i love aquariums, and the vancouver aquarium is the best one i’ve ever been to. i went before one time last april, with mr. a.
it was a little weird to be there again so soon after.
we didn’t end up seeing any shows other than the otters being fed. it was fun AND annoying to go with fish nerds. we had crepes. mine dripped lemon & sugar all over me and my blue jacket. vancouver is full of beautiful people. i felt sticky, and i people watched. we spent money and maybe i should have stayed there forever. when we got back we watched appleseed, and i realized you are all in my cartoon.
day 14
in the morning i woke up and felt like my ears were still popping. i noticed this on the drive back from vancouver, and blamed it on the ear damage i received from temple billiards. but i think now it’s a head cold. i felt like my head was going to explode from all the pressure. i had to get outside.
i went down to the ave and bought a jacket and a shirt. i wandered around until prettykat met me and we shopped some more. we went to uwajimayas and bought sake sets and sake. i dropped my little bottle of sake on the curb by my apartment as we got out of the car. i cut my hand on the glass, almost on my wrist. we went to their apartment and kat made sushi in a hurry. it was messy and homemade and wonderful. Coyote called me and told me he put me on the guest list for their show with the carolines at chop suey. i ran out the door, because i was already late.
in one parking lot i called kat and told her to give me directions again because it wasn’t where i thought it was but i was close. then i saw it and i hurried because they were already playing. my phone fell from my satchel and came apart on the sidewalk. i picked it up and popped it back together before i went inside.
the chop suey is small and dark and red. the champagne of bands were already playing. Coyote screams more into the microphone and i like it better that way. he’s louder. the keyboard is so necessary. i met with ben’s girlfriend erin and i looked around at the big open space they were playing into. but people were filing in. opening bands always play to this.
Coyote put down his guitar and took the microphone out into the open space and danced around like a luchorpán. i felt a little weird after their set was over. i didn’t know whether to stay or go. the next band, the color bars, sounded pretty good so i just hung around and talked with nate.
the color bars were followed by samir & his rag tag back up band comprised of some of the lashes which i haven’t heard but apparently they are huge right now. Coyote had offered me a drink and then didn’t get one for me until i reminded him. i got a whisky sour and went to the front near the stage. into samir’s set i realized the bass guitarist from the lashes looked like mr. a. he even wore the same damn shoes and similar jeans. the last time i noticed this on stage was when i saw nada surf. at that point my lightweightness set in and i got really buzzed from my one drink. i was flanked on either side by nate and Coyote. in front of me, where music was coming from, was a guy who looked like mr. a and i was finally ok with that. i don’t love you any more.
i think i had another musical orgasm. i wanted to make out with someone. i felt detached and weird and completely in control at the same time.
day 15
my first day at my new temp assignment proved that i can’t do this much longer. the ladies in the office are really sweet and nice, and they appreciate me. but i separated large paperclips from small paperclips, answered the phone, read magazines, and stared off into space. i dread going tomorrow only because my mind is too active for this. i feel every second that goes by.
i’m on a plateau again and now i’m looking forward to looking forward to something.
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