les petits trucs

thunder road by bruce springsteen
kodachrome by paul simon
this must be the place by the talking heads
(i don’t want to go to) chelsea by elvis costello
hot child in the city by pat benatar

i think it’s pretty safe to say that i am no longer cool.

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the 30 hours or so since i got off work very early yesterday a.m. have been strange, minus the 12 or so that i spent not being awake.  

i guess at this point nothing is that weird because everything is weird, but let’s just say running into david and getting along, then bonding with his friend tynan (my former arch nemesis, when it mattered) was not exactly how i expected to spend my evening.  unfortunately, because we are a couple of scumbag 20somethings, bonding involved a shot of tequila that knocked me on my ass, pretty much literally — soon thereafter, i climbed on the giant see-saw behind the thin man with not so sexy results.  

thankfully at this point jesse showed up (jason also came by and was surprisingly the only source of bad vibes all night) and escorted me home in a cab as it started to rain.  we waited — rather, i made myself horizontal — on the steps of castle marne, and i blabbered on about how david and i stayed there once.  we got to my house and i puked up some tequila and the salad i ate earlier.  he put me in bed and gonzo curled up next to me and somehow i didn’t die.  actually, i woke up quite early this morning and felt pretty good despite the circumstances.  

i got dressed and walked across the street to whole foods for some spinach-parsley-cucumber-apple-lemon-ginger juice.  it was amazing.  so now i am here, and in a few hours i am supposed to eat lunch with david and his little brother and his little brother’s girlfriend.  what?

last night i also ran into this chick lacey who works at salvagetti, the bike shop right by where i used to live with david.  i keep waiting on her in pete’s establishments.  anyhow, i’m going to drop by the shop later for a swap they’re having and hopefully i will score a bike.

in other news, as i was walking to the thin man last night and questioning the safety of being a female pedestrian on colfax at 10 p.m., i saw two drunk girls and figured if they were okay, i probably was too.  then they started shouting my name and i realized it was jess and katy from greektown.  oh denver, you are finally becoming a small town to me.

home is where i want to be / but i guess i’m already there.

indeed.

i came to visit denver one year ago today.  david and i went to tynan’s house and that is when i decided he was my arch nemesis.  i went to steuben’s and the thin man with jason and justin and saw fireworks from justin’s stairwell.  later on david and i made out.  and that is how i got here, i guess.

things are better now, actually.