weekend...

Friday a list:

skateboards, the TL, sweat, rent, Azikiwee, stoops, Bevmo, Japan, shower, jeans, photographer, Yosemite, DUCKS Opening, Tamsyn, sushi, loft, "this party is very San Jose...", Anchor, Jon Molotov's, Cat parallel parking, box of wines, tape players, Lionel Richie 415 Pierce St.

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Cat belongs to a wine club where they send her a box of 3 wines per month not a "box of wine" but an actual box with three different "selected" wine bottles so she brought that box into my apartment and we cracked it open and she chose a bottle of Sirrah that we thought was bad at first but after 3 glasses we couldn't tell anymore and me and Cat and Jon who looked amazing in his tank top mashed to the living room and by this time it's probably 12:45am so it's kind of early for a Friday night and i put on a record and then we're all really excitable and swerved at this point because we've been drinking beers and wine and vodka tonics and stuff so Jon grabs a record and throws it on and i'm like "let's go 'one for one'" so now were alternating turns every record and both of us are prefacing all the songs we're playing but it's all very subjective on my side and very objective on Jon's side and Cat isn't looking bored at all which is really a bit surprising because me and Jon can get carried away but it's turning me on until somehow we get to talking about Jon's old dreadlocks and out of nowhere he says "you wanna see them?" and i'm like "you still have your hair?" and he says yes and goes to his bedroom and brings out a ziplock bag full of dreadlocks and now i want to puke but Cat grabs them and Jon is like "smell them" and Cat god bless her does and she says "smells like Nag Champa" which is perfect but i say "get those nasty fuckers out of here..." and it's just very sweaty out in SF which is so rare so there's this vibe in the air not even just in my apartment but in the air outside my window so Jon rolls a spliff and i'm not smoking cause whenever i smoke i just want to read Daniel Clowes books and hide under the covers but i'm still drinking red wine and smoking too many Export A's and playing records and Jon puts on some great EB40 record and were all in amazement at how amazing it is so i put on Devo's That's Good and i tell them to call me "Corey Webster" and i'm singing my head off and then some Funky Green Dogs and then some dirty ass I Am Spoonbender and now we're all feeling pretty dancy and Jon throws on an original pressing of New Order's Temptation which just totally freaks us the fuck out and i ask to borrow it for the next time i play out and Jon say "no way, sorry dude..." and Jon is dancing like a maniac so i get up and turn up the stereo and my apartment is full of smoke and sweat and this really Summer'y vibe and now me and Jon are dancing around getting all wild and smiles and so i grab Cat and now the three of us are dancing in the middle of my living room really hard and goofy and we're all singing along really loud and then the song ends and i go to the turntable and start the track over again and we listen to it all over again and by now a few hours have passed and it's about 3:30am and i shut the windows and we leave Jon in the living room surrounded by records and bottles of wine and beer and sweat and ash trays and spliffs and me and Cat turn in with the window open and it's still warm outside

Saturday a list:

heat, East Bay, Spiro, figs and honey dew, mom, dad, tank tops, newspaper, Penske, Monument Blvd., hangover

and then i was moving my sister's bookshelf in the Penske truck and i smashed my forehead into the base of it gashing my skull pretty bad and i'm really sweaty and the wound is pretty deep so the sweat and blood is mixing and i'm kind of dizzy and i look scary in my tank top with a bloody face walking around my sister's Walnut Creek apartment complex so i take a picture all "ouch" and i probably should have gotten stitches but i was in the middle of a marathon East Bay heat wave move so it's definitely going to scar but whatever we had to finish moving my sister's crapola (hi Dim!)...and then 4 1/2 hours later in 105 heat we're finally done and we head to my parent's house where my mom has a huge reward meal waiting for me and Spiro which consists of: souvlaki, bbq'd eggplant, steak, garlic bread, beers, Greek salad, fried Greek potatoes and fruit...me and Spiro gorge and drive back to The City listening to Metallica's Ride The Lightening...

that night i layed down and then hit the wall...drank some beers, watched some Queer As Folk, Cat came over around 1:15am but i passed out like 5 minutes before she got there...i woke up all confused at 1:55am, didn't know what day it was, didn't know what time it was, didn't really know where i was, checked my phone, 1 missed call, 2 txt messages, 1 voicemail...shit. check the messages, all from Cat like "hey i'm on your stoop come get me..." "hey, where are you?" "hey, you probably passed out, i'm going home"...called her back, apologized profusely...she accepted for some reason...went to bed feeling like a douchbag. woke up feeling like a douchbag, called Cat...

Sunday:

feeling sick as i'm drinking my coffee as i'm talking to Cat on the phone on my stoop but feeling sick as in snotty and not "fresh" or "vomity" so we make plans to meet up in Dolores and bum around all day...but before that i eat lunch and steadily feel sicker and now i'm sinking into the couch watching a Bizarre Foods w/ Andrew Zimmern marathon...and i love Andrew because he's this fat lovable culturally insensitive schlub who's favorite outfit seems to be a yellow windbreaker and white short shorts and he reminds me of the cliche American tourist which is actually not true but Zimmern really embodies it well...so then i get a call from Cat and she sounds sad and she says that she just got called into work for some last second emergency project reevaluation...she's an interior designer, but i guess this means that sometimes she gets called in on weekends and this Sunday was one of those days so she heads to work and i'm a little bummed but maybe it's for the best anyway because i'm feeling like ass so i eat lot's of Rice Crispy Treats and cheese slices and watch Zimmern drink blood and eat insects and rotting shark meat and whale blubber and then Cat comes over and it's probably 8pm and she just got off work and is exhausted so we watch some Six Feet Under and pass out...

and today i'm feeling a bit better but still snotty and this is the second cold i've had this Summer and for a person who usually gets sick once a year over Christmas break it's a bit excessive...

...currently listening to Pop Noir DIY