if you had the luck of the Irish, you'd be sorry and wish you were dead
Happy St. Pat's. I celebrate my heritage of rampant-if (mostly) functional-alcoholism and at the same time celebrate the other half of my heritage...alcoholics who also happened to be rich WASPs. god bless the melting pot!!
I happened upon the St. Patrick's Day parade on the parkway on Sunday...who even knew?edward and I left west philly for center city, she bought bourbon, and we started to notice people drunk at far too early an hour & clad in strange irish kitsch garb...then we found the parade and it made sense(?). Most importantly, I got my picture taken with Danny Bonaduce!He was wearing an absurd green velvet blazer and let me tell you, the years have not been kind. I was like "Danny!Breaking Bonaduce was the best!Can I get a picture?" and we embraced. We met up with Caleb, Felix, and Felix's strange friends from SUNY Purchase and Caleb bought me a Private Stock forty(ha...private stock?private stock?one from the archives!)because it was green and it was brought home to me that drinking in the afternoon is just Wrong...in the end we misplaced Felix and his friends(sadly), Caleb got on the bus, and Edward and I stumbled around Chinatown, finally sitting in that strange overpriced bar/chinese restaurant on 11th st a block north of the Wawa. We sat at the bar and drank water and I talked to the other bar patron about Watchmen. I said it was getting bad reviews and was a box office bust and he got very defensive and ran off to find a Philadelphia Weekly because they gave it a good review and I guess that proves something?anyway, what the fuck, he was like...a construction worker or something. then I went home and had a very entertaining drunken phone conversation with my uncle the end.
On Saturday I slept for an absurd amount of time, like 17 hours. I woke up at 8:30 and decided the only thing to do was to go out so I could pretend I was an actual living human being, so I showered and had a glass(two?bah) of wine and Tagz picked me up with Caleb and Caroline. I like Caroline because she is smart and funny. we went downtown, Caroline and I peed in Qdoba at 17th and walnut and we picked up Edward, who was hanging around in drifter-like fashion at the Barnes & Noble on Rittenhouse. Then we were like "hmmm what to do?" and nobody knew, so that was sad and we all felt inept and broken. Caleb called ryan and we made for west philly. we stopped to buy beer then went to a party at like 46th and locust. there were signs on the door proclaiming this place "chernobyl house" so right away, booo. chernobyl, really?survey says odious. sorry I don't know these people, they probably aren't odious, but snap judgments are snap judgments. as soon as I walked up the steps I saw Dylan and he kissed me on the cheek and I threw up a little in my mouth(just kidding!). There were like 97 people on the porch and right away some girl came out fruitlessly yelling at everyone to be quiet and for non-cigarette smokers to go inside. Everyone ignored her(if you don't want the cops to come maybe you should let people smoke in your fucking house?a thought) and then some neighbor lady that looked like Lynne Abraham came and yelled at everyone to be quiet and show some respect. I was like "yes ma'am" but her efforts, too, were fruitless. I went inside, some band was playing and I danced spastically to them for a spell then went back to the porch. There was an old Australian man on the porch and, I mean...it was incongruous, so I asked him what his deal was and did he always hang around with young kids?I wasn't even trying to be rude but he got VERY ANGRY!! and Edward had to distract him with polite conversation. He said he was a student of philosophy and she asked him what philosophers he liked and he said himself, that he had his own philosophy.
The cops did come, and I reflexively started to hide my beer but one of the cops saw me and he was like it's cool, finish your beer, but then fuckin' leave already ok?I babbled something to the officers about how I supported them and they did tough work-the people's work!-and john pawlowski NEVER FORGET and edward and I walked with Beaver to his house. we got cigarettes and 40's and went into beaver's house, where refugees from the other party gradually congregated. I smoked pot and talked nonsense and fell down and made the case to Caroline and some 15 year old that the Democratic Party DOES matter. They were saying "eh nothing changes Republicrats all is rot" but I won the argument by playing the cancer card-"my aunt just got diagnosed with bone cancer and she doesn't have health insurance because her husband lost his job 8 months ago and she couldn't afford the COBRA payments to extend coverage...but now under barry hussein the govt will pay 65% of your COBRA costs and people like my aunt won't be faced with bankruptcy because they were dumb enough to get fucking cancer, so argue with THAT, huh?" so i won! i was so hungry and I went to sleep thinking about the food I would eat in the future. I woke up and I felt like death and we went to the trolley and then I met Danny Bonaduce but you heard that story already.
The rest of spring break(last week) was pretty much a bust as well...spent a couple of nights roaming the city with various people and talking to insane strangers in sad bars, hung out with l-boog, slept a lot, etc. I hoped to go to New York but that didn't pan out which is why the whole misadventure of a weekend described above happened the way it did.
School is going well and thank God, because it makes my life pseudo-respectable, pleases my benefactors, and ensures that I get up and exist in the world every day. t for temple u!next step...flee this unholy pit that's politely referred to as jenkintown...live in the city for awhile and eventually flee Philadelphia altogether, at least temporarily, 'cause there's just the pavement left and vanished years. i want to go to law school and i really should do that elsewhere. get a new life, get a new wife &c. oh but today was beautiful and it is spring!love/hate relationship with philadelphia which i think is pretty common.
the end folks!all in a dream
I happened upon the St. Patrick's Day parade on the parkway on Sunday...who even knew?edward and I left west philly for center city, she bought bourbon, and we started to notice people drunk at far too early an hour & clad in strange irish kitsch garb...then we found the parade and it made sense(?). Most importantly, I got my picture taken with Danny Bonaduce!He was wearing an absurd green velvet blazer and let me tell you, the years have not been kind. I was like "Danny!Breaking Bonaduce was the best!Can I get a picture?" and we embraced. We met up with Caleb, Felix, and Felix's strange friends from SUNY Purchase and Caleb bought me a Private Stock forty(ha...private stock?private stock?one from the archives!)because it was green and it was brought home to me that drinking in the afternoon is just Wrong...in the end we misplaced Felix and his friends(sadly), Caleb got on the bus, and Edward and I stumbled around Chinatown, finally sitting in that strange overpriced bar/chinese restaurant on 11th st a block north of the Wawa. We sat at the bar and drank water and I talked to the other bar patron about Watchmen. I said it was getting bad reviews and was a box office bust and he got very defensive and ran off to find a Philadelphia Weekly because they gave it a good review and I guess that proves something?anyway, what the fuck, he was like...a construction worker or something. then I went home and had a very entertaining drunken phone conversation with my uncle the end.
On Saturday I slept for an absurd amount of time, like 17 hours. I woke up at 8:30 and decided the only thing to do was to go out so I could pretend I was an actual living human being, so I showered and had a glass(two?bah) of wine and Tagz picked me up with Caleb and Caroline. I like Caroline because she is smart and funny. we went downtown, Caroline and I peed in Qdoba at 17th and walnut and we picked up Edward, who was hanging around in drifter-like fashion at the Barnes & Noble on Rittenhouse. Then we were like "hmmm what to do?" and nobody knew, so that was sad and we all felt inept and broken. Caleb called ryan and we made for west philly. we stopped to buy beer then went to a party at like 46th and locust. there were signs on the door proclaiming this place "chernobyl house" so right away, booo. chernobyl, really?survey says odious. sorry I don't know these people, they probably aren't odious, but snap judgments are snap judgments. as soon as I walked up the steps I saw Dylan and he kissed me on the cheek and I threw up a little in my mouth(just kidding!). There were like 97 people on the porch and right away some girl came out fruitlessly yelling at everyone to be quiet and for non-cigarette smokers to go inside. Everyone ignored her(if you don't want the cops to come maybe you should let people smoke in your fucking house?a thought) and then some neighbor lady that looked like Lynne Abraham came and yelled at everyone to be quiet and show some respect. I was like "yes ma'am" but her efforts, too, were fruitless. I went inside, some band was playing and I danced spastically to them for a spell then went back to the porch. There was an old Australian man on the porch and, I mean...it was incongruous, so I asked him what his deal was and did he always hang around with young kids?I wasn't even trying to be rude but he got VERY ANGRY!! and Edward had to distract him with polite conversation. He said he was a student of philosophy and she asked him what philosophers he liked and he said himself, that he had his own philosophy.
The cops did come, and I reflexively started to hide my beer but one of the cops saw me and he was like it's cool, finish your beer, but then fuckin' leave already ok?I babbled something to the officers about how I supported them and they did tough work-the people's work!-and john pawlowski NEVER FORGET and edward and I walked with Beaver to his house. we got cigarettes and 40's and went into beaver's house, where refugees from the other party gradually congregated. I smoked pot and talked nonsense and fell down and made the case to Caroline and some 15 year old that the Democratic Party DOES matter. They were saying "eh nothing changes Republicrats all is rot" but I won the argument by playing the cancer card-"my aunt just got diagnosed with bone cancer and she doesn't have health insurance because her husband lost his job 8 months ago and she couldn't afford the COBRA payments to extend coverage...but now under barry hussein the govt will pay 65% of your COBRA costs and people like my aunt won't be faced with bankruptcy because they were dumb enough to get fucking cancer, so argue with THAT, huh?" so i won! i was so hungry and I went to sleep thinking about the food I would eat in the future. I woke up and I felt like death and we went to the trolley and then I met Danny Bonaduce but you heard that story already.
The rest of spring break(last week) was pretty much a bust as well...spent a couple of nights roaming the city with various people and talking to insane strangers in sad bars, hung out with l-boog, slept a lot, etc. I hoped to go to New York but that didn't pan out which is why the whole misadventure of a weekend described above happened the way it did.
School is going well and thank God, because it makes my life pseudo-respectable, pleases my benefactors, and ensures that I get up and exist in the world every day. t for temple u!next step...flee this unholy pit that's politely referred to as jenkintown...live in the city for awhile and eventually flee Philadelphia altogether, at least temporarily, 'cause there's just the pavement left and vanished years. i want to go to law school and i really should do that elsewhere. get a new life, get a new wife &c. oh but today was beautiful and it is spring!love/hate relationship with philadelphia which i think is pretty common.
the end folks!all in a dream