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college tour day two: he's not feeling it!
after a simply gorgeous 2 hour sleep, i woke up to the very loud noises coming from above me. i was in the basement, and the stairs and floors above me exploded with noise whenever someone so much as breathed on them. but i didn't get up, i just stayed in bed pretending that maybe i could just ignore the creaking and fall back asleep. That didn't happen.
Luckily, someone came down at like 7:20 to corral us to leave. so back into the vans and my car and bye bye rutgers. it was a lovely hungover drive to dimo's house in princeton. when we arrived, after playing with the price is right piano (really cool toy), i sat down at the non magic piano and made it make music. i did this for a while, playing anything i could find and knew or could reasonably sight read. this eventually led to christmas music, meg was not amused with my tidings of joy, perhaps ... shit ... i just sat for like 2 minutes trying to come up with some joke involving meg and christmas presents and hooking up with dimitrios... it didn't work. ANYWAY, i eventually showered, threw on my suit and got into a car and drove to sean's old high school.
it was a really nice day, i really didn't mind being outside at 10am. we sang at the hun school, where all the girls were fucking whored out to the max. short short skirts and pigtails. and there wasn't even an apparant skirt dress code or length requirement. they were just skanky little teenagers. a couple of them were pretty hot though. ha!
after that gig we went to the wawa. i bought sunflower seeds and a slim jim and an orange juice. then we went to princeton high school to sing for, as dimitrios suggested, a bunch of really snotty kids who are going to do nothing but criticize us and judge us. but then we sang, and they ate up all our cds. so that was fun, too. i sang that's life straight for the first time in a long while.
We then went to wendy's. dressed in all black, we looked like we had just come from a funeral. except for the fact that we were talking about boobs and doing other stupid things. then i danced on a table outside and we returned to dimo's house.
i forget what i did here, but i think it involved drinking a cup of coffee and not being able to find my keys. Eventually we found them under the bed and then headed back into the cars and got back on the road down to our nation's capital.
hmm, who was in my car this time? meg, and amy? and dimo? maybe, maybe not. who knows. i ate a whole bag of sunflower seeds on the way down. Also, we stopped at some rest stop and i got ho hos and some big black man was all checking out casey and looking at me and raising his eyebrows and mumbling something, and then i climbed on to karleen's van and did a soft shoe for the camera. we got lost or something on the way down but eventually got to our nation's capital.
got to the destination, brandon was there, we went upstairs at some GW art building and did the concert. I was worried about the group, the vibes, they just didn't give off a huge party vibe, ha. anyway, i was commenting this to sean outside, and then one of the members walks by wearing a disney world jacket. i laughed. there was another GW group there, emocapella, which is perhaps the silliest idea i've ever heard. They sing emo songs. that's it. i mean that's cool, that these guys got together and are able to sing and arrange emo songs that they all like. but the problem is that no one else is going to know them, and i bet however many emo kids are at GW that would know them are busy wearing sweaters and crying to the lyrics of jimmy eat world.
so the vibes sang, emo sang, we sang and this repeated. we were great. so fucking loud, but it worked. hell of a time performing there. And then we got sent outside and split up into the groups we would be sleeping with that night. I went off with rich, diane, mike and our host, Lem. We went to lem's and put our stuff down and then headed to the party. no one from our group was at the party. this quickly became an issue. i was under the impression from steph that we were all meeting at the party and going to eat. mike was under the impression that katie was calling him regarding eating. steph and co. went to friday's, katie and co. to domino's. i called katie and asked for her to bring back people, and she gave the phone to amy who gave it to adam who hung up on me. that was a mite rude. my only real beef though, diane and mike had some words with the others when they came back. before they came though, mike and i were entertaining ourselves by looking across the street into a window where a girl was changing outfits, and she blatantly saw us looking and pointing at her, so you totally know she was just getting off on changing in front of strangers. whatever man, whatever makes you happy.
sooo, back to the party. a fair amount of hard alcohol, and one, that's right, one, case of beer. who are these people? i missed bc. but i drank whatever beer i could get my hands on, which i believe was two. luckily, i had the whole 2 hours of sleep thing in my favor, and i was fine. then i thought i was going to die of sleepiness and sean made me a gin and tonic. i called brenda's friend kay and got her number to maybe meet with her tomorrow. i talked to brandon a lot. i smoked some cigarettes. then some people were going to smoke, and i kinda wanted to, but also kinda didn't because it'd be a pain in the ass to get back to my host dorm. so i said fuck it. then we're walking back and lem's like "i'll smoke you guys up." so we got back, mike took a hit and hit sleep hard. me diane and rich kept on going and going and going and going and going. lem was there too, doing three times as much as us because we were all howling with laughter and he was just chill. rich kept yelling at him. rich, also, who was going to go to bed about ten hits earlier. it was a hell of a time. and when i say hell of a time, i mean it was a hell of a time. sooooo much fun. ha, it was great. i must've drank 15 glasses of water, and it all felt dry. wow, such a blur of goodtimeness. well, anyway, we all went to bed at some point after lem had dumped his stash on us all.
lem - a real american hero.