I have successfully returned from the weekend!!
Rewind to last Wednesday, when we took didgeridoo class. First of all, my love of community ed has increased tenfold. The teacher was an older guy from Wisconsin who arrived with a little cart full of didgeridoos, most of which were homemade using PVC pipe and beeswax. We first learned how to make the ‘drone’ (sort of like playing the trumpet, only with looser lips), and then how to make awesome didg (see, I know the lingo now) effects. It was SO MUCH FUN, and it was hard not to giggle the whole time. We all ended up sitting around touching our mouths because it left them feeling, well, kind of like blowjob lips. That’s the best way I can describe it. My mom has been warned not to read this site, so hopefully she’ll stick to that. Friday night, I had my Cinco de Mayo party. Twould be gauche of me to review it all in detail here, but holy pingu, it was the awesomeness. First of all, my perfect little apartment is indeed that: little. Maybe 400some square feet. Try putting 32 people in 400some square feet. Yeah, it was REALLY hot. And REALLY loud. We had some noise complaints. I’m very surprised the police did not pay me a visit. We took the pinata down to the park, strung it up, and whacked at it with my bokken. Cindi decapitated it, and it exploded into a pile of mini liquor bottles, candy, condoms, and toys. I dragged it home and left it in the hallway. Sean ended up wearing it later, and after that I guess it landed in the street; I know this because I saw its eye next to Miguel this morning. It’s always kind of spectacular having many of your favorite people all in one place, and even better when you seem to be accumulating more and more favorite people. It was such a great time, and I really wish I had a house right now because it would be easier to not have to deal with space issues. Oh, and a group of the late-leaving people cleaned up and did my dishes while I was laying in bed with some girls. Who totally rocks? My friends do. In the morning, Cindi and I went to the Uptown Bar for breakfast. We were somewhat alarmed to see a priest there. They supplied us copious amounts of coffee and water and hash-brown-intensive food; I figured this would help me not feel like wanting to die, and it did work about 2/3 of the time: I’d spend an hour feeling fine, then the next half-hour wanting to lay on the floor and moan. I cleaned, which basically only consisted of running about 10 bags of garbage and recycling out, and mopped, because the entire place was sticky, and the bathroom smelled like latrine. In the evening, I went over to Matt and Julia’s and we drove to River Falls (that’s Wisconsin, for those of you not in-the-know) to see Mike Doughty. It was a free show, and we discovered that it was being held at a little amphitheatre in the woods to celebrate Finals Fest. It was a total hippie-esque college event, featuring free henna tattoos, a hot tub on wheels, an old guy with a cotton candy machine, and lots of cheap beer in can cozies. I estimated there were maybe 20 people there who were older than me. We had a flask of Jack, collected awesomeness, and free Mike Doughty. Sigh. It was beautiful. And then he played The Gambler, and it was even more than beautiful. Afterwards, we met up with more of their friends at the River Falls version of the NASCAR bar, which strangely had two-for-ones on a Saturday night. Mostly I remember the table being completely covered in plastic glasses, buying Ryan-the-birthday-guy shots, and having a $10 bill shoved in my bra. We stumbled across the street to the promised wonderland where the drinks were still $2 but twice as big, and I got a live demonstration from Ryan of the ‘cars in Wisconsin must give pedestrians the right-of-way’ law, which consisted of him parading back and forth across the street, stopping traffic in both directions. There was the second bar, followed by the third bar, which was by then all very confusing, and then there was some dude being tasered on the mean streets of RF, and a pile of people in the back of the car, and a cheap motel, and then we were going home and I was dozing off in the backseat. I got home at 4 and was awakened at 10:45 by a very important brunch-related phone call. I met Chele at French Meadow for the first outdoor-brunch event of the season, and it was glorious. Chele is the person most likely to make me cry with cuteness, and she definitely managed Sunday morning. We went for a ride in Miguel, and then I headed to pick Kaye up for the Festival of Nations. I hadn’t attended the Festival of Nations since I was in school on a field trip, and it was pretty much the same thing, but it was fun to see it all again. I ate falafel and fondue and plantains, and the Turkish coffee made the hangover situation a hell of a lot better. Then we shopped, and I found the thing that made the $10 ticket 100% worthwhile: the TOFU ROBOT tshirt. Kaye said I shouted when I saw it. Hell yes, I did. I love it. I proceeded on my erranding, and ran into Cindi at the grocery store, so I gave her a ride home, too, because who doesn’t love Miguel? Nobody. In the evening, Stephanie and I went for a very long walk around Lake Calhoun and deep into the heart ofgemini on my neck (this one really needs touching up because of the sun)
right wrist (my left is the same, without the text)
blurry inside of left wrist (the right is the same, without the stars)
KITTEN! who’s really almost 6 years old. OK! There you go, and now it’s sleeping time. Night, y’all. Jenni