much fun was had this weekend.
missed interpol friday, slightly disappointing, but c'est la, it happens sometimes when youre fashionably late. so sarah and ed and i drove around looking at tall buildings, ahootin and hallerin like rednecks, tried to find chinatown, kept missing it by one block, trying to follow the scent of fortune cookies in the air, drove down to hyde park just because what else is there to do at 1 am? decidedly most boring campus i've ever walked around, we did not see one other human being, outside of cops and parking lot attendants. not lights on in the buildings, no people in the windows. it looked totally abandoned. after this we werent sure what else to do but no one wanted to go home so i kidnapped my friends and took them across state lines to indiana for cheap gas, cheap cigarettes, and some hottt riverboat gambling action. i came out -10. but twas rilly fun in that ain't that america kinda way.
saturday the two of us went to a party, sans guest, he couldnt find a babysitter. i think i was more excited about what i was wearing than actually going to the party. sarah and i looked absolutely gorgeous, i must say. i hope some pictures turn out. some pervy guy at the party kept telling sarah he was a photographer, asking her to strike poses. it was a fun party. i think we drank the entire bottle of saphire we brought ourselves. at some point i think i called dustin, he showed up, which was a good thing, cause there was no way i should have driven home in my condition. we went to exit, sarah fell in the street, i danced, we all came back to my house, sarah passed out in bed, i was up for a little while more, but ending up passing out shortly after, no hangover, restless sleep, dreams of attending design school.