  don't you hate pants? i spent friday afternoon with my best friend carole, who flew in this weekend from new york city, which is a place where they sell roasted, sugary peanuts right there on the street. there is a secret life that i have when i am with carole, and while i understand that may sound like i'm trying to tell you i'm a lesbian, what i mean is that a different side of me is always brought out when i'm in her company. this is a side that most people don't see, and since it is secret, i'm going to leave it at that and not bother to explain.
friday evening, christopher and i watched the fireworks from the race track. i like fireworks, and you know i'm really missing these days? sparklers. also those things you throw on the sidewalk that snap. another association with fourth of july that i miss? water balloons. but back to the fireworks; they were big and pretty. after the fireworks, or just before they were about to end since we wanted to beat traffic, we headed into the city where it would no longer be just us, as we were meeting up with carole and some of her silly little friends- the ones that i can't talk to about anything except "elimidate" or the guess?
store at the mall. this is the part in the story where things go sour. i drank and drank, and while i was fine at the bar, the second i got home was bad news, bears. i can count the number of times i've thrown up due to alcohol on one hand, without using all of my fingers, and, unfortunately, friday night was one of those times.
in between spews, i remember crying, "i'm so bad! i'm SOO bad!! " and "i'm so fucked! i'm SOO fucked!! " then i passed out, woke up, and went to work. i handled myself surprisingly well considering that i felt so sick i could barely stand. then last night was eric & emily's fifth of july party, which had a fiesta theme. pretty refreshing after all of that american patriotism crap.
although i was not completely recovered from what the spanish refer to as a "hangover" (the spanish who speak english), i had a blast. and i left there feeling really happy. here i am with a boyfriend whose friends- whose extremely funny and smart friends- i totally like and get along with. i believe they, as well, totally like and get along with me. that gives me a warm, fuzzy feeling, like the kind of feeling induced by care bears, especially because i am, as the spanish say, without a group of close, tight-knit friends like that. so if i can continue to infiltrate my way into this group of friends, all will be good. and now it's sunday.
elvis costello is playing at the taste today, and while i know my sweet little sister probably wants to go, i am without motivation to drive into the city and attempt to find parking. so instead i will just remind myself, repeatedly, how absolutely horrible his concert was in october. how absolutely horrible. horrible. absolutely. 
