Apologies, all around, for the lack of updates lately, aside from the brief hair-brushing (and hair-raising!!!) episode a couple days ago. I've been somewhat averse to sitting down and typing for a time, though I have twiddled around with some eddielives material- quick! go take a looksy-peeksy! Elsewise, I've been entertaining myself with some reading, namely j.d.'s raise high the roofbeams..., more of e.m. forster, and some william carlos williams poetry. I'm pretentious as hell, I'll have you know. And was out to the grocery tuesday afternoon when the call came from jason that he, april and judge mills lane were headed, presently, for athens in order to attend the lucksmiths show, and would I like to accompany and if so I should call the m&a household right quick. I shuffled around the house as the message played, fixed myself a sandwich, and wondered what to do about the fact that I can never remember, on account of never having memorized it, the number to the m&a household. I looked at the microwave clock. 2:oo. or thereabouts. I shrugged my shoulder, tossed my copy of raise high into my man-purse, along with a bottle of water, a journal and some bananas, and walked down to the bus. Bus to train, train to bus, bus to its most northeastern point, somewhere in gwinnet county, along I-85. On foot, past the "no pedestrians, bicycles, etc..." sign, almost to the second exit. 7 rides away from athens.
1. John- jock-ish type that, by all expectations, should have brought me straight to fratville, usa, but got a call while sitting in traffic and had to turn around somewhere around jimmy carter boulevard.
2. Michelle- midtwenties chainsmoker, sweet, army brat, sad a little bit. to lawrenceville, well on my way.
3. Tommy- outside the airport, effeminate deep south accent, beer in a paperbag between his legs. took me farther than he was going, made a u-turn somewhere near winder.
4. 2 hispanic boys in a hatchback. anachronistic arabic characters on the dashboard. and no, I wasn't mistaking arabs for mexicans- they talked to eachother in spanish.
5. someone else- the memory is the first to go- outside the kangaroo gas station.
6. jay. big pickup truck. talked alot. dropped me off at the loop, by home depot.
7. jay again, apparently heading into town, now with a delightfully pretty younglady in tow, with whom I'm sure he was having an extramarital affair. He was in a car now, hers presumably, and in the back seat with me was a copy of kahlil gilbran's the prophet. They left me at the 40-watt. After some wandering around, I found april and she brought me to where j and m were, along with a nice, fun newgirlI'venevermet named, and I will spell it phonetically, (lee AN uh). We all played pinball and talked and had a general funloving time as a&m detailed their forthcoming band project as well as the possibility of a revolutionary war-themed glamrock band, and we made our way over to the show, which consisted of our lucksmiths, ladybug transistor, and the masters of the hemisphere. we sat native american-style up front while the luckies played, stood outside trying to remember barenaked ladies and bluestraveler superfast lyrics during the ladybugs, went for a bite at little italy and then returned for the end of the masters' set, which I must say was quite entertaining. props for covering "born to run." thundercats, ho!
I tire. be right back.