Woke up real early in my little room this mornign to see John walking around saying something about he couldn't talk. I went back to sleep. Got up when i felt the house was hopping a bit later, showered and what not, got purtied up in shirt and tie, had a bowl of the charms, found out john was dying or something and had gone to the doctor and gotten many drugs and was going to spend the day sleeping.
Some folks got up early to get sun, i was not one of them. I got up as late as I could and was ready to go to the retirement home to sing for old folks. We sang for old folks. Then back to brandon's, i think we ate food before we left for the wedding. Yes, the wedding, we were going some place to sing at the reception of somebody's marriage. We got to the house and the ceremony was in progress. It was two old people, as we'd find out later, the bride of this "hippy wedding" was going into her 6th marriage. After the ceremony, we made to the beautiful outside little stone patio/garden deal and sang under a citrus tree. And we broke for a bit, got some champagne, milled about, then sang another couple of songs and skedaddled the hell out of there.
I thought we were going to have some time to relax and hang out and that stuff, but instead we changed into casual, and got back in the vans and headed to santa monica. Parked the van, walked down to the beach. Perfect timing, as we got some nice sunset shots, then we walked the long walk to the promenade. The promenade is much like faneuil hall. Except much less cozy, much larger, with many more stores, and hare krsnas and performers every 15 feet. It was loud as hell and we walked around forever trying to find a quiet place to sing, and eventually settled on the small area that we were actually allowed to sing at. We sang, and few people stopped to listen, it was a very very modest crowd that huddled around us, especially modest were they with they're wallets, as the first set had us selling a whole 1 cd. In the crowd for about 10 seconds was one of the girls from the socals, and in the crowd for the whole time was some girl from USC who as far as i know has no a cappella affiliation and just came down to the promenade to see us sing. SHe was pretty cute for a weirdo stalker. We sang a set after that, this time for, at moments, just our fan and mike's cousins who had come to see him/us. I officially threw my voice out and we sold another CD, this time to mike's cousin. A decision was made to call it off. We had broke even on the permit fee, had the experience of singing on the promenade, and were all ready to eat and shop. Oh yeah. Earlier, when we were on the beach, we had an asian couple take our picture. During the second set, that same couple was standing watching us, but when i pointed to them and made picture-taking gestures, i just got confused looks and they walked away. I'm like 100% positive it was them. So we had stalker fan, mike's cousins, asian picture takers, and meaghan's drunk friend whose name i forgot. Odd guy, everything about him was quirky, nothing really offensive, just quirky.
We broke for dinner, dimitrios, who all day seemed to know absolutely everything about santa monica, suggested a deli down the road, all but mike who went with his cousins went there. It was expensive as hell but good. Well, the french onion soup disappointed a great deal, but the french dip was delicious. $20 dollars later we left the restaurant and all went shopping. I forced amy to pick clothes out for me, and she was largely unsuccessful. SHe did pick out a shirt at the gap which i think i'm fond of, and without her help i got some pants and more fun boxers. I tell you, once you go fun boxers, you don't want to ever go back. I was also quite keen on getting sunglasses. I don't have any sunglasses. There were some kiosks set up along the way, but adam said they were all no good for me. As meeting time approached, amy and i set off on a mad rush around to find sunglasses, eventually we talked our way into a closed fossil where i freaked out and just grabbed a pair that amy approved of. I mean, christ, i don't know what looks good on me, but i think i made the wrong decision with these. Oh well.
We went outside and met to a very sour crowd. There was uncomfortableness in the air. Rumor has it meaghan's quirky friend was staying the night and people weren't thrilled. Well, people were mad, not just not thrilled. I wasn't about to lose sleep over the prospect, if the guy was going to stay and it was ok with the tus, then i'm sure it'd be perfectly tolerable, although it would be more comfortable without him. Well, my easy come easy go attitude was not shared, and an issue was created, and a talking to was had, and a scene occurred later on in the van ride home. Meaghan seemed much happier the next morning.
Back at the homestead gantus and i went to get some booze. vodka, soco, morgans, and some faggy wine coolers for adam, at his request. The man just hasn't been the same since tequila night rocked his vomit reflexes. And once again, nighttime occurs, and since all nighttimes were held in gantus' living room, and all nighttimes involved us drinking, all nighttimes have blurred together, and god knows what we did this night. I'm going to pick a night from my memory and say it was tonight. Based on the people invovled in the conversation that I KNOW happened tomorrow night, the odds are that i will be correct in what i'm about to write.
We played circle of death. And then brandon wanted us to play I Never, and we laughed at brandon. And perhaps this was the night spin the bottle was played, and it lasted all of 15 minutes, because something has happened to the group where such games are simply not in vogue anymore. And i totally agree, something seemed definitely odd about playing spin the bottle, and it stopped at an appropriate time. I just wonder what has happened since the wild days of freshman year, where every party was a festering breeding ground of drunk hookup games. Also, sean and i kissed on the lips i believed, which was the natural if disturbing progression of our relationship. I believe adam and sean have kissed too. It's a dirty dirty thing. We also all slap each other in the face. There's something very uncomfortable about our interactions.
And who the fuck knows what goes on from here. I'm sure we drink more, and people start dropping off, and everything slows down and lights go off, and beds are taken, and i make my bed on the living room floor, and then i put on my headphones, go out, have a cigarette, listen to "olsen olsen" and start jumping around like a madman when the piano kicks in, and finish the song off lying in the grass looking up at the stars.
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