from 3 to 3
oh a beautiful 24 hours. after class met the boy in the painting studio, as i sometimes do so he can look over my stuff. i'm excited about this still life which is finally so anti-photorealistic. and the painting professor says it has some punch? then, rode home part of the way on the front handlebars of the boy's bicycle, sort of fast down this hill, trying real hard not to let my feet touch the front wheel. and when we came to a slow stop, i stumbled off. hung around a bit, then to chicago to look at markus linnenbrink's show which we meant to see when it opened last week: http://www.royboydgallery.com--he was a big inspiration for my wood glue painting last winter, you remember?
realized we were in the portillo's neighborhood (again!), and stopped in for a real delicious hot dog: no onions, no sport peppers, no relish. and some fries to split. then to wicker park. at a record store the boy favors, found the soundtrack to alice's restaurant which made me happy being as how i have misplaced my arlo guthrie. unfortunately it's on vinyl and no turntable here, but to be enjoyed eventually. and only $2.99!
amazing pizza at some place i cant remember, and the boy and i argued about its goodness, whether taste can be objective and what to eat if it was the last meal: this amazing pizza or giordano's? but it gets better, vicki! met people in logan square, drinking in the park, at the stairs of some, monument. and once inside the auditorium, more drinking, until we were quite, messy. cloves, a beer, and one of the friend's glow sticks: dancing dancing dancing hard. from the beginning, even though no one else was dancing but the five of us.
but the music built perfectly, vicki: junior boys to ratatat to mouse on mars. until by the latter we had recruited so many more dancers, including a nice cluster of boys from school who we pulled to the front with us. three solid hours of dancing, vicki. maybe three and a half. and so so sweaty. someone's bright blue tie was dripping sweat. and i had my shirt pulled way up. but still dancing. even up to the end when we climbed on stage--by invitation, of course--and me, dancing on an amp until some guy pulled at my leg and made me get down. they sampled bright blue tie's holler.
afterwards, standing, talking, with the guys from all three bands. myself, mostly quiet (quite drunk). a long but short el ride home. bagel bites, a hot shower, lots of water, bed. and this morning, two wonderfulwonderful cinnamon sugar bagels from einstein, and i just can't see how anything we do for halloween can even come close to tying this.
realized we were in the portillo's neighborhood (again!), and stopped in for a real delicious hot dog: no onions, no sport peppers, no relish. and some fries to split. then to wicker park. at a record store the boy favors, found the soundtrack to alice's restaurant which made me happy being as how i have misplaced my arlo guthrie. unfortunately it's on vinyl and no turntable here, but to be enjoyed eventually. and only $2.99!
amazing pizza at some place i cant remember, and the boy and i argued about its goodness, whether taste can be objective and what to eat if it was the last meal: this amazing pizza or giordano's? but it gets better, vicki! met people in logan square, drinking in the park, at the stairs of some, monument. and once inside the auditorium, more drinking, until we were quite, messy. cloves, a beer, and one of the friend's glow sticks: dancing dancing dancing hard. from the beginning, even though no one else was dancing but the five of us.
but the music built perfectly, vicki: junior boys to ratatat to mouse on mars. until by the latter we had recruited so many more dancers, including a nice cluster of boys from school who we pulled to the front with us. three solid hours of dancing, vicki. maybe three and a half. and so so sweaty. someone's bright blue tie was dripping sweat. and i had my shirt pulled way up. but still dancing. even up to the end when we climbed on stage--by invitation, of course--and me, dancing on an amp until some guy pulled at my leg and made me get down. they sampled bright blue tie's holler.
afterwards, standing, talking, with the guys from all three bands. myself, mostly quiet (quite drunk). a long but short el ride home. bagel bites, a hot shower, lots of water, bed. and this morning, two wonderfulwonderful cinnamon sugar bagels from einstein, and i just can't see how anything we do for halloween can even come close to tying this.
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