The weekend

Friday, I went to see Gogol Bordello at the Beaumont Club with Adam, Michael and Al. The Beaumont is a really loud venue, and so once I came in I once again regretted not having bought earplugs for concerts (something I've been meaning to do for a year or so) and so I went to the restroom (which smelt very well sterilized - almost like someone had just thrown bleach on everything and then given it a good rubbing) and rolled up make-shift toilet-paper earplugs. They worked out really well, as afterward, everyone complained of being slightly deaf and my hearing was as good as it had been before.

I got dressed ready for a mosh pit, and was not disappointed. the crowd was insane. As soon as Gogol got up on stage, everyone started jumping and pushing everywhere. We lost Michael pretty quickly after the crowd got rowdy, and Al a bit later, but I kept tight with Adam the whole time. Somehow I managed to make it to third from the front by the time the encore came. It was my first mosh pit, and pretty crazy. I almost lost my glasses at one point. I was really tempted to go crowd-surfing, even; the energy was contagious. My only disappointment was that I had no cash (I paid the $2 minor fee for everyone) to buy a T-shirt. I'm hoping Ben will go this next weekend when there is another show.

Saturday, I drove my mom out to Clinton Lake (which is on the western side of Lawrence). We met my dad there (he had already camped out the night before) and then went to the beach to meet some of my family friends. The sand was hot; My feet were sore for the rest of the day. The lake itself was nice and cool, but there were a lot of people there and my mom forgot her suitcase, so I had to loan her my swimsuit - so I didn't get to swim, just wade. After, I drove back to Adam's house and we went to our belated anniversary dinner at Lidia's, a brilliant Italian restaurant in the crossroads district. I got linguine with a meat sauce and Adam got mushroom-stuffed ravioli. Both were delicious. We had coffee, Ice cream, and lemon-cake for dessert. Afterward, we met Becca and Tim at Adam's house to watch Pineapple Express (funny, but probably traumatic if high was the consensus) and to smoke a little hookah afterward. It was altogether, a very nice night. Adam even bought me a coke glass at CVS! it was only a dollar, but super cool (and actually glass), so I'm pretty excited about it.

Today I've spent mostly looking at job-postings on craigslist. Tonight Ben gets back from the UK, so I'm going to go up at 7 to see him and Adam. There was one job-listing I think I could easily get - working a kiosk (money-handling seemed to be a prime factor) for the summer. I emailed in response, so hopefully I'll get a positive response.

The First Day

So, today was the First Day that Emily was gone.  Last night, driving home was sad.  I tried not to think of all the reasons I will need her here to counterbalance the boys.  Went to The Decemberists concert last night, and it was fantastic.  Girls in crazy costumes, and a battle between Lawrence of Arabia and the Arab Sultan with the cavalry and whatever you call Arabs on camels.  All conducted in the middle of the crowd, with the Sultan a mere 5 to 8 feet away from me, and myself as a Camel carrying Emily.  The only downside was a stupid drunk girl who thought it was okay to insult me for asking her and her friends to be quiet during the show.  but they were the kind of people who crowd-pushed and so were soon not so near to me and the evening went on splendidly.

I feel like as if all of my good-byes are conducted outside of Adam's house.  Emily and I had parked there to pick up a jacket of hers I had left there, so we said good-bye in the street in front.  I keep on thinking, well, Emily doesn't like to swim anyway.  Ha! my one consolation.

Today was rather dull.  I hadn't really made any plans other than some tentative ones to see Wolverine with Adam in the afternoon (to avoid the weekend and evening pricing)  but he ended up being busy with work and then couldn't hang out in the evening so I just stayed in and watched too much TV and finished Sons and Lovers (by DH Lawrence).  I wouldn't recommend it.  Certainly not my favorite.  But it kept my attention so I read it while I had nothing better to do, which turned out to be a lot of time this week.  I think I'll begin re-reading cannery row for the fourth time now.

I just hope things start being more safe and reliable and good and less stressful and lost and mean.  And reading Sons and Lovers did not help me to begin feeling lest lost, unfortunately.

Tomorrow night is Gogol Bordello, so that should be quite exciting.

Hi friends,
I just created a blog so I could follow other people more easily. And I guess I might do a little blogging myself? Goodness, I haven't had a blog since...I forgot the name of the website. That long. Although, I may keep one up just for Emily's sake while she's in Spain. If I can remember. And I don't get bored. We shall see. I do like my title, so that's something.

So, I'm looking for a job, and although I haven't actually handed in any applications, I feel like I've already failed, like I've been searching for ages unsuccessfully, and like I just won't find a job. It's strange, because on Tuesday, I was thoroughly confident in the possibility of finding one. I have good grades, I'm competent, I have good recommendations. Why shouldn't I get hired? Oh, yeah, employers don't like to hire people just for three months. shit.

That's it for today. I may come back later when Emily has left for Spain so she can know how things are going. And, in revenge, I may write some of it in French. HA!