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Weekend from heck
Sep. 6th, 2005 08:46 amI can no longer claim to be asocial. I am putting it out there, I am spending time with people, I am committing comma splices.
Last weekend was da bomb. I even forgot about New Orleans a little bit.
Friday was do-nothing day.
Saturday was go-to-New-York-City day. I dropped my stuff off at the West Side Y, met![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
whereispaco at Ty's and was joined at the hip with him for the rest of the day, which is a very pleasant place to be. Finally crashed into my bunk bed at the Y at 4:00 AM.
Sunday was go-to-Edgewater-and-party day.mondragon and elijoi, aside from being impossibly handsome, are gracious hosts with a conveniently-located party palace.
Others have chronicled the party better than I can. I met some new facially-haired guys. I was first in the hot tub. Hot tub ho!
I missed the 12:23 AM train to New Haven by mere minutes. I had to hang out in Grand Central Terminal for about an hour, finishing the book I was reading: Children Playing Before a Statue of Hercules. I don't read many short stories... these were all good. Flannery O'Connor is great at making me stop cold in the middle of a story ("Revelation" in this case) and go... "HUH?".
So then I got on the 1:30, the uber-local, which crawled into New Haven at about 3:45... oh joy.
Monday was do-nothing day. Oh, I mowed the lawn.
Last weekend was da bomb. I even forgot about New Orleans a little bit.
Friday was do-nothing day.
Saturday was go-to-New-York-City day. I dropped my stuff off at the West Side Y, met
whereispaco at Ty's and was joined at the hip with him for the rest of the day, which is a very pleasant place to be. Finally crashed into my bunk bed at the Y at 4:00 AM.Sunday was go-to-Edgewater-and-party day.
mondragon and elijoi, aside from being impossibly handsome, are gracious hosts with a conveniently-located party palace.Others have chronicled the party better than I can. I met some new facially-haired guys. I was first in the hot tub. Hot tub ho!
I missed the 12:23 AM train to New Haven by mere minutes. I had to hang out in Grand Central Terminal for about an hour, finishing the book I was reading: Children Playing Before a Statue of Hercules. I don't read many short stories... these were all good. Flannery O'Connor is great at making me stop cold in the middle of a story ("Revelation" in this case) and go... "HUH?".
So then I got on the 1:30, the uber-local, which crawled into New Haven at about 3:45... oh joy.
Monday was do-nothing day. Oh, I mowed the lawn.
