on my way home i was sauntering along in front of the symphony hall when over the sound of music emanating from my little white earbuds i heard screaming. really, really enthusiastic screaming. at first it appeared to be localized near a reddish glow at the corner of the library, but then it started heading towards me. it was then i encountered what is possibly the most fucked-up idea for a field trip, ever: not one, not three, but FIVE trolley-car open-air buses strung with christmas lights and filled to bursting with youth.
normally i hate the word "youth" but it appropriately conveys who these people were. often when we are on public transportation my
nothing else on the street, not even the third drag queen of my short evening, could quite live up to that. the remainder of the walk home was decidedly boring, and i was overwarm because i am never going to learn to dress correctly for this climate. then of course when i got back into the apartment and checked my little invitation thingy, and by that i mean e-mail, i realized i had violated one of the first lessons of cool: nobody who is truly awesome does events on a weekend. the zine party in question is not till monday, unfortunately at a time when i will be listening to manuel kichi wong, my new favorite teacher, entertain a roomful of early childhood education students, so there will still be no pie for me, let alone the local honey and homemade goodies which were also promised. bummer dude.
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