That weather sure was bad. In the afternoon I saw The Rum Diary because Anthony had free passes. It was a fun movie. It succeeded in making me want to drink and travel and write, like Hunter S. Thompson who wrote the book when he was 22. So of course Chris and I shared a bottle of rum.
Anthony met us later at the Pine Box. He had brought in beer and then sometime after I sang that Gwen Stefani song where she goes B-A-N-A-N-A-S (since I was wearing Chris’ banana costume and Sarah recommended it and she was dressed as Gwen Stefani), which I performed pretty horribly I may say, since it was so fast and I couldn’t keep up, so I just sang the chorus and improvved the rest, rubbing my breasts and saying, “Yeah bitch, I’ll drive you bananas” and other cruderies, he turned to someone, who was actually one of the owners of the bar, and said “I’m going to burn this place down.” The owner said, “Who are you here with?” and he was silent, but jeez, they had to have known since he told me about it while we were still inside.
Then we went to my place and smoked. I love being food for Halloween, since everyone wants to eat you, and when you smoke, you can be say, smoking bacon, or smoking banana, which is fun. Then Chris had to cash out so we went back and Anthony tried getting back in, but was 86ed. Then Chris and I fought on the way home and I have a thin cut on my eyelid and he has a large bump on his head.
This morning I woke up near a large wet spot. I said, “Dude, are you wet?” And he said, “Oh, is that what’s up?” But he stood and we felt his legs and they were dry. Then he left and I woke up at 1:30 feeling silly and hungry. P.S. I was waitlisted for the second straight year in my Taglit-Israeli Birthright application.