novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- not grumpy after that this is what happens when a loud noise band is playing in the next warehouse over, and the repetitive drone echoes through the whole complex, tearing through our walls and floors, waking me up from la la land and firmly depositing me into arrrgh land. i get up and go to a bar. last night coach had his eye on this girl who kept dancing near where he sat at the bar. coach is young and hilarious and genuinely friendly. after properly M*A*S*Hing j (he will marry dom delouise and move into jack london's cottage, where they will raise 70,000 ocelots), i wandered over and got a good gander at the girl. she was wearing this great sixties outfit: short green sleevless dress with a white bib collar and knee-high mod boots. stick straight long brown hair. i watched her dance the same exact dance to every song, regardless of tempo: it looked like she was having an epileptic seizure. and not in an interesting way. coach, open mouthed, looked at me in awe. "i don't know whether to marry her or put her out of her misery." during the next hour i pestered him to talk to her. finally, after last call when she pulled on her jacket and wheeled her bike to the exit, coach blurted, "hey lady. are you doing anything tomorrow night? want to do a whole bunch of mushrooms with me?" she turned him down, but still. i am writing this here because i never want to forget it. 1:27 am - 10.20.05 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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