I went
to the last opening ever of the_wheelbarrow gallery. Sad to see it go. If anything,
it gave me some inspiration. People my age were doing what I want to do in the
very near future. Here's to luck in future projects. I ran into many people
I knew. I ran into many girls that I didn't want to. I met a burlesque
dancer that wants me to paint her. Your usual fare.
After the opening, I went to Ashley's Birthday party. I was specifically uninvited
since I did not partake in the last party at Ashley's. I acted absolutely drunk,
even though I was abstaining - and have been so, for months. I'm a good actor
like that.
I'm a good liar like that.
People were truly concerned over my antics.
Kevin and Jerimiah recited Shakesperean-esque poetry they made up on the fly
and I was seriously concerned over that.
Everyone else seemed very tired or very high, snoozing on the rug that had
so many cheap jug wine stains as to make you wonder if the rug was originally
red and now had tan stains of some unknown spirit.
I spent much of my time dressing people in my brown and orange sweater and
hat and taking pictures of them.
At about two in the morning, I escorted Lauren back to her car. We talked.
For some reason I asked her if she wanted to go to this truck stop near Fort
Collins to eat the most delicious Cinnamon Buns in the world.
She was down, even though we both had school in the morning, Fort Collins is at least a hundred miles away and the Hell if I knew where exactly the truck stop is (or if it will be open). Details.
[...]
We got out of the car, both wearing wigs. I had the red/white/blue afro, she
had on the purple mohawk. We walked in with nary a look. The place had a love
tester, so I popped in a quarter while telling her that if I get a high score,
she shall be mine that night.
I didn't.
I had one more quarter, so I told her that if she received a high score, she
would be mine tonight.
She did.
We proceeded to feed ourselves one cinnamon bun.
While I was paying the bill, Lauren made friends with the Natives huddled around one lonely table, while I told everyone that she was the illegitimate child of Ziggy Stardust and that I was in a band - but I couldn't remember what band exactly.
This didn't seem important. I was going to tell them, "The MC5", just to see what they would say.
Half finishing our bun, we drove back to her apartment, but her roommate would leave us alone. We proceeded to my apartment.
While on the way, I get stopped by the police. My license plates aren't on correctly and actually can't be on correctly. The back license plate bolts were so rusted when I got my car that I had to cut them off to get the old plate off. What's left of the bolt just spins in place, never to be gotten out again. My front bumper doesn't have a spot to put a license plate.
The police officer didn't know what I could do about this, but urged me to get it fixed.
They also wanted to see my license, registration and insurance, which is normal, but my license and registration was in the back of the car. I asked them if I could get it. They said this was alright, as long as there was nothing in my pockets that they should know about - say a gun, an illegal alien, some sort of narcotic or a protected endangered species.
I got out of the car, and got frisked. I fumbled through my car papers and found what needed to be shown and got off without much of a warning at all.
Lauren and I got to my apartment and played
[...]
pirates. We then went to
[...]
sleep.
Then, went to Lauren's apartment so she could
[...]
shower. I then dropped Lauren off back at Ashley's so she could pick up her car and I went to school, where I was naked to the onslaught of, "Are you sure you got home safely? You were, plastered.
