Monday, March 1
but i figured the least i could do was start this new month off write, er right, and put something up here in case you wanted it. actually, r and i did our wimpy best to uphold the grandolde monthstarting tradition. only got knee-deep, cuz despite the lovely air it's still about 31º in the crick (said becca; only liquid because it's impure.) still, a beautiful night for a woods walk, especially what with the slightly-hazed moon (which looks to me nigh on half, so i dunno what our astronomer friend was talking about.)
so the least is i'll tell you about this funny, sunny weekend. i didn't spend enough of it outside (there'll be more, remember; eventually we'll even forget to appreciate it) but otherwise no major complaints. friday was best - after our best film theory class yet (which isn't saying much, but it was pretty good), there was a bit of running around and minor crisis mode (logistical, not emotional), but we got it squared, took the s.m. drums and made the gig on time.
it was all these things i hadn't done in way too long, like play small-group jazz (a quintet of old friends and new, but all happily competent, so we could fool around with time and feels, some loose solos in the second set, after a few glasses of wine, and polka-monk and funk-mingus [not to be confused with mink fungus]) and be inside a house (and the hollister's is quite possibly the largest i've ever been in - "when the revolution comes, fifteen families will live [there]" instead of two people. but at least they're nice people who gave us good food and drink and money.)
straight from there to the hollertronix throwdown. nice nice, just a big party; they reminded me of 2 many djs with just a tad longer attention span, and less obscure tastes. i think my favorite bit was "you shook me all nite long" > "i believe in a thing called love" > "i'm really hot", but there were some even better more mashed up parts too. anyway.
yesterday there was brunchfest and b.p., and we learned to play a kinks song (maybe my favorite one too) damnwell. then threw a water balloon at somebody. that evening laura and i had dinner at fork with her mom and pop and sister sarah. also nice. i (almost) always (often) like families, especially other peoples families, which sometimes seem so arbitrary. it almost felt like i could be out eating with any family in particular. but it was nice that it was this one, with these people. the food was real good too, salad and crispy striped bass with accoutrements, but maybe best (?) ginger crème bruleé, with a sprig of baby mint to make it taste like kissing me after i've brushed my teeth.
discrepancy back on campus - i didn't see dirty pretty things
(which is okay, i've seen a lot of films lately - the most recent best being northfork, which is totally sweet and fresh for all its somewhat overbearing absurdity; also very pretty.) instead found myself at vgg (toby made it worthwhile) and then at two parties neither of which felt right at the time even though they were both fine i'm sure. that was the night.
and today i wore the pants and wrote a seminar paper. good one too, even though at the start i had no idea what i'd be able to say to fill the length i eventually exceeded. and done in time it would have been to catch the ozzies, but our tv doesn't work like that, so instead it was in time to putz a bit and then play a rather lengthy (ten hands?) rubber over to tarble atrium, with erik opposite candy and lo. and then the dipping. so we're up to speed, yes?
except, it's been a spot of end-of-weekend start-of-month let-down since i got home. um. jeez. i'm just no good at this thing where caring about people makes me feel like i'm doing something wrong. even when it is, supposedly, okay. okay. whatever. so i'm going to bed. i'm sure i'll feel better in the morning. and then i'll have six or so hours of seminar to get through/with. and then on thursday i'm going to london. sorry for the long sentences.
you are worth the worry
and you're worth the pain
you are worth the trouble
i would do the same