pot wafted through the plaza today. the university has been overstuffed with parents this weekend. they are busy taking their kids out to special dinners and standing in the type of lines that should lead to roller coasters but really only lead to cheap folding chairs you have to sit in; where there isn’t even a view of the stage. but the smell of pot billowing in the breeze reminded me of spring and dave matthews concerts. after my day of being the office dildo and learning i’d have to work this weekend, i left in feelings preoccupied with boredom and anxiety. the mixture is a strange hyperactive culmination that makes me strangely despondent and thirsty for beer. anyway, the pot reminded me of something jenny said last weekend. she showed up at my condo on friday night, an hour early, we were excited for our weekend of amy & jenny to begin. after 20 years of being best friends we still manage to get excited to see one another. we walked to the liquor store and picked out the items we’d pee out later. then sat in my living room, content in our moment of alcoholic reflection–in mid-moment Jenny stated “this would be way better if it were E” and then she gave her beer bottle the don’t-even-bother look a girl would give a no chance guy at a bar. HAHA
Sorry i didn’t have any raver drugs, Jenny. better luck next time…