Weblog entry:
- Taking inventory
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Strolled into a black-tie gay/lesbian/bisexual dinner at the Park Plaza hotel while sporting sneakers, jeans, and my sherpa/"wanna-be-pimp" coat. Helped my best friend’s girlfriend disassemble her gorgeous photography exhibit of sexual assault survivors, while walking across a ballroom carpet strewn with red, green, and gold pineapples. Parlayed the two dollars in my wallet into a five-dollar beer, then swore off purchasing anything else that could possibly be associated with a thirty-dollar six pack. Watched my best friend dance with two ex-girlfriends and her current one to that fucking Milkshake song. Sped down the turnpike while listening to bad hip-hop. Returned to the best friend’s apartment to put her girlfriend to bed before she fell asleep in the loaned station wagon. Sat in wicker chairs and sipped red wine from paper cups, reminiscing about grandparents and four year-old IM chats.
A fierce hug in her living room.
Walked home past a litany of half-smoked cigarettes ground into the sidewalk, and an overweight couple kissing violently on a darkened stoop. Let myself into She’s apartment, then argued briefly before kissing goodnight. Watched a cat pace furiously back and forth before settling atop the lazy chair, her rear turned toward me in dismissal, contempt. Wrote a blog entry.
If your evening can somehow kick my evening’s ass, I will give you a dollar.
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- 18th day of April 2004.
- Filed under Story, Memory.
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