The weekend was pretty pretty blurry, I’m not going to lie. Fun though. Let’s see – Friday was pretty low-key, I suppose. I house-sat for the Tracy’s and the girls came over. I was pretty tired and the night ended earlyish. Saturday I got up early and forced Nick, Jason, Pip and Jesslyn to go to the beach with me. The weather was perfect, we arrived at my lakehouse right after my parents made food, and the water was warm.
We went out in the city that night which was fun, par usual. I saw Kelly’s place for the first time since she moved there (I saw it once before for some art show party). It is a cool place to live, I imagine. A giant spacious loft – very nifty. The fire escape that we had to sit on to smoke was horrifying. It was like sitting on pieces of rebar welded together with huge gaps between the bars, 40 feet in the air. The craziest thing is that people were braving a skinny uncaged ladder up to the roof. I will NEVER DO THAT. I caught a ride home from Rudy, bless his heart.
Let’s see, Sunday? Oh yes, Sarah’s house. Very fun – Katy was pretty darn funny that night. She and Mora were strangely giggly for some reason.
Ah, and sweet Labor Day. I went to Leah and Chris’ awesome bbq with Katie and feasted on hot dogs, skirt steak, potatoes and fruits. It was fantastic. It was a great weekend, but one that really makes you depressed that you have to work. Oh well – next weekend is move in time to the big city.
It is what it is
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
A Labor Daybor
Spewed out by Will at 11:36
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If you didn't brave the shaky and rusty ladder up to the roof, then you didn't see how the roof has no railings or walls around it whatsoever. It kind of comes to a high point and then just slants downward without warning...most dangerous place EVER. The door to the fire escape will need to be double, no triple locked when they have parties because I don't trust any of our drunken friends out there. But that gives me an idea about getting rid of pesky ex-girlfriends who bring champagne for those who are "schooled" and ask you what you're laughing at...
i'm jealous, hearing about lakes, dangerous fire escapes, and bbqs. my labor day: i sat in my underwear all day picking wax out of my ear with a pen cap. you know what i'm talking about will.
ha that's a lie i had a fantastic labor day.
tommy? tommie?
your constant alterations to the spelling of Patti Smith (Smyth, Smythe, pick one, fucker!) has led me to question your lies? Your truth?
I'm confused?! Too much blog mind-fucking
p.s. my labor day was great, but too nostalgic for my taste, I spent like three hours going over old papers and books; will's right though, that bbq was fantastic!
Crazy ladders and insane heights? Make mine extreme. Get Voss or Kelly/Gary to take you to the old bridge over to goose island. When Voss and I went the whole thing was rusted ladders, holy floors, and pokey rust sharps. The whole time saying 'trains don't use this anymore right?'
k.e.
Is it katy or katie? Who the fuck are you talking about! PS I think tonight I can have a wine party with catch phrase at my house... if you can break yourself away from your career.
hey, i'm doing a project for this business and technical writing class and I need a picture of you and your friends, but I need a picture only of people with blogs. It would be nice if it was you, tommy, erich, boomer, and anyone else. I 'll tell you the details of this shit later, but it should be fairly interesting...
-joe d.
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