I found out last night the one thing I truly miss about Wes: house parties. Truthfully, the kids I know in the city aren't big on throwing things at their homes besides pre-parties to ease up the drink costs on our wallets. Especially my last couple of weeks at school, there were these impromptu gatherings where we would just sit around, drink and chill like mad. It was great.
My initial plan for yesterday was the scavenger hunt and if were done before too late, a gathering Jenny had told me about in Williamsburg. Instead, I hung around with PrincessNella for hours and watched Knockaround Guys (good movie, btw) and bits of Like Mike and The Fast and the Furious. I hit Manhattan about midnight and couldn't find my team, so it was off to the gathering with me. I got there and spent a good half hour feeling like a kicked puppy outcast until I fell in with supersocial kids that helped me break the ice. That plus a drink (that turned into a few, including some I poured which always means trouble) had me incredibly good for a while. The people were really cool and I ran into a girl who went to my HS briefly (not that I knew her or anything). Have I ever said that NYC might as well only have 3,000 people in it because I run into people I'm connected to all the time?
Kids were smoking all around me and at first I was indulging in the cigarettes but nothing else. The school connect girl told a story of how she smoked up and ended up in the hospital and I was all "none of that for me. I'm presently scared shitless." But this other girl came out with the declaration that "everything is better high. Absolutely any and everything." As I've said before and all my school people know, I don't smoke. Not for any particular reason besides everyone else does plus the fact I'm like future junkie template. I've got an insanely addictive personality. For the record, I might smoke some cigs (with the occasional cloves and hookah) and drink hard liquor exclusively, but I leave alone chocolate (former allergy), beer (looks like piss, smells like piss, tastes like piss...why would I waste my time?), caffeine, weed and most drugs. During my Wes Middle Ages a.k.a. "oh shit, I have 50 pages to write by next week and I have like 5 plus the goddamned yearbook has to get done somehow and I must've been crazy to want to do that fucking job," otherwise known as May -- it's the Middle compared to the Dark Ages because that was The Continental Chronicles Part 1-8 and my depressed pre-DC state where I was about as fun and lively as a dentist with a drill aiming for your mouth. During that time, I was a little smarter yet nowhere near the civilized progression -- I experimented with coffee as a last resort to get me jump started. Drinking it felt great for my focus, it was like my brain was locked into place. But, the twitching...bad, likewise the fact that I couldn't stop at one cup. My first night of the stuff was a 4 cup, I'm-bouncing-off-the-walls affair. I was telling my father about the whole episode a while later and he said that it sounded like I was on drugs. No kidding. That's how it felt.
The other week Farmer and his friends asked me point blank if I smoked and I was all "nah." They looked at me like I said "I'm a lizard and I eat people. Call me Mothra" because seriously, not only am I a jobless 22 but not even a fun one with the usual vices. So, last night when they were passing the pipe, I took some hits but I didn't feel a thing. Sure, I was knocking over the bottles on the floor near my chair, but hey, so was everyone else and that was more the liquor. I'm a super social "everybody's my friend" type of a clumsy ass drunk.
Sometime around 6:30/7am, most of the kids and I trotted off to the train. I hate weekend subway shit because despite going from Brooklyn to Queens on the G and then switching for the purpose of getting to Jamaica, I woke up at 34th Street once and then again at 2nd Avenue before I could get my shit together and get to Parsons. I'd like to say that the weed gave me the stupids, but I've been dumb all weekend. I've had some serious trouble focusing and doing what I had to, hence bailing on the scavenger hunt. I'm just a bad person, it's true, but I think that was my last smoke up for a while: one because it didn't do shit and two because the real reason I don't smoke up (or buy my own cigs) is because I can't afford that shit and it's just something else to throw my money away on. No thanks. So, I got home at 10am and I'm just wide awake. I think the fun part was waiting for the G and feeling like my eyes were totally disconnected from my body. That was dope. Wasting mad time in the subway and having my bus transfer expire, not so dope for sure.
Posted by Candicissima at August 24, 2003 10:41 AM