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Spirit moves through all things
Apr. 12th, 2004 05:26 pmFreakin' awesome.
W got in without incident - or rather, we brought her in without incident - Thursday evening. Silent D, on the other hand, managed to split the radiator on his car, rendering it completely immobile. Such are the harsh realities of life. Would we let him moulder away at Skidmore on a weekend that promised to be EPIC HEROIC AND LEGENDARY?? No! Off we went in Patchouli on a massive rescue mission that encompassed parts of The Park, most of the Teutonic Parkway and it's crazy turns and hills, and W's house, where she picked up her prom dress for the party on Saturday. On the way, Morg asked if we wanted to roll for prom party, and after some hesitation, I said I would if Silent D was in, and W was in if I was. Silent D accepted after only a moment of reflection, and so it seemed we were all doomed, much to Morg's delight.
Despite Morg's worries, we got back to campus in plenty of time to drink and smoke to excess (there's always time for that!), went to see some Vastards in Davison, then decided to go inspect the Mug for the benefit of our guests. There was a bit of a spooky moment when I had to have some dialogue with the Security guy who busted me, but it all ended up being fine, as most things do. We Mugged for a little while with Michelle and other kids, then Silent D and I went out on the back paths to try out Tom Sawyer - yes, he is back with us and works admirably.
The next day, Drew and I woke up rather unwillingly, and spent some time with W since Morg was at work. We had a field trip to find her some new Promworthy shoes. The Salvation Army in Poughkeepsie had a pair, and also a pair of BLACK SPECTATORS and a pair of BLACK WINGTIPS which were ONE SIZE TOO SMALL ARRRHGHSGKSAKDHKJWEHFGHA. Fortunately, W found some slipper things so I didn't have to burn the fucker down for being a tease. Then to the Galleria to look for a tie for Silent D - it's amazingly hard to find a plain black tie. It was here that Silent D found the Manic Panic hair bleach and dye kits, and decided that we should drastically change our hair colors. Results? Oh yes. A short while later, I was a rather becoming chartreuse, and Silent D sported a new style that I dubbed the "Clownfro" which I'm sure you can imagine.
The time for Vastards was fast approaching, so we walked over to Raymond to collect W and proceeded to ACDC, where our xpedition began in the bathroom. Silent D and I took a walk over to Main with a brief Sawyer stop on the way back (behind Kenyon). The Vastards were doing well, with Morg already beginning to show restlessness and dedicating the end of his solo in "Kissed By A Rose" to W, which was intensely cute. M4M stepped up after that and were also quite good - I finally figured out who Emily Cogswell is - but both groups were missing people, which was too bad.
My memory gets bad right around here, because shortly after I got kicked in the ass. There's pictures of Silent D and I playing with a balloon waiting for Kizzle and Raga, our dates (clearly a pity move on their part >;^P) and I know we went up and down the stairs several times, for snacks and cigarettes - which tasted exactly like candy, as Morg had predicted. What fun! Eventually Morg and W returned from a walk, K et R appeared from nowhere, and we all danced a little to The Breaks until getting really restless during their set break and needing more adventure. We smoked more cigarettes on the way back (I must have had seven of the fuckers in three hours - ugh), chilled in my room for a second, then were summoned to Raymond to play guitars. I know this because there are pictures, and I'm sure we were causing quite a ruckus.
Silent D and I went off to the Mug again, but that scene was pretty dead apart from Alley and Jexxie. Namanadakka and Epee were there as well, but didn't seem moved to come dance, so we of the brightly colored hair retired to find the hookah and have an expedition to the lake. On the way there, we passed part of the Cabaret cast party, which looked mental (and was later proved to be, from the semi-coherent stories I've heard). We should have tagged along, but Silent D and I were to have a run in with Destiny - a Destiny we later came to call Skunky McSkunkfucker.
We were down by the bridge having an innocent hookah (really and truly, we were still too fucked to put anything in it) and all of a sudden Silent D exclaimed "Oh shit. Squirrel. Err. Skunk. Skunk!" Sure enough, one of the little slinky things was skittering around the other side of the bridge. It looked at Silent D and fled. We thought we were in the clear, but we were wrong. After an indefinite amount of time, Skunky McSkunkfucker was back, apparently determined to get a drink of water. Silent D hissed at me to stay still, which was not difficult as all that was going through my head was "If he points his skunk ass at me, I am going right over the concrete and into the water." Several minutes passed like hours, punctuated with periodic updates on the skunk's location - I didn't turn to see where he was when Silent D got a look of abject terror on his face and kept repeating "Don't move. Oh shit. Oh shit. Don't move." Eventually Skunky McSkunkfucker retreated to the woods, and a shaking and somewhat less Silent D told me that his nose was practically touching my BDU jacket. I had a few heart attacks and we decided to call it a night as all of our substances were wearing off.
Sunday was spent recovering and trying (with zero success) to find an open supermarket with Jendy. No luck - Jesus closed them all. A Vinegar Dinner for Easter was not in the cards, so we went to Antonio and warned him of our intention to utilize the Deli as our venue of choice. We then went over to the Quad and smoked some hookah, playing guitars and singing and getting the Burner stoned without his knowing (though once he did know, he didn't exactly make any moves to stop).
For band practice, Burner moved us into a upstairs studio in Kenyon, with a PA system and a real piano and a lighting plot. It's really quite a nice space, and I really want to gig up there. The coolest part, however, was not the studio, but Kenyon Roof. Holy shit. New best place on campus. I'll not get into details, but you can get into parts of the old gym that are blocked up from the inside. Which itself is awesome. We didn't make much progress on writing since Morg was pretty wasted, but Burner previewed a song he's working on and once we get around to that it should be awesome. Very pianocentric, of course, but awesomely awesome.
Late late that night I drove Silent D back to Skidmore and had MORE close encounters with wildlife - two possum crossing the road, a small rodent that I think I pate'd with Patchouli, and luckily NO INTERACTION WHATSOEVER with the seven billion deer that seemed to be out along the Teutonic. Two of them got hit at least, and a few more were starting out into the road when I went past, prompting swervings and me yelling into the night. Deer close to the road still give me the jibblies. I'd feel more remorseful about the rodent, but I'm still too thankful it wasn't a deer. I didn' get back to campus until about 3 this morning, after screaming along with as many CDs as I could cram into the player to keep me awake. Not a single other car on the entire southbound Teutonic Parkway from Albany to Potown.
Today - Sources, trying to fix up the damn registrar (WHY can I never have a simple preregistration? whyyy? This time they listed me under the wrong advisor so I have to do all the forms AGAIN and wait extra days for them to pull their heads from their asses long enough to rectify the situation), a little lunch in the fresh air, and then a really good nap, during the course of which I had a revelation, but unluckily no advice as to how to go about making it work. Maybe when I get to sleep tonight.
W got in without incident - or rather, we brought her in without incident - Thursday evening. Silent D, on the other hand, managed to split the radiator on his car, rendering it completely immobile. Such are the harsh realities of life. Would we let him moulder away at Skidmore on a weekend that promised to be EPIC HEROIC AND LEGENDARY?? No! Off we went in Patchouli on a massive rescue mission that encompassed parts of The Park, most of the Teutonic Parkway and it's crazy turns and hills, and W's house, where she picked up her prom dress for the party on Saturday. On the way, Morg asked if we wanted to roll for prom party, and after some hesitation, I said I would if Silent D was in, and W was in if I was. Silent D accepted after only a moment of reflection, and so it seemed we were all doomed, much to Morg's delight.
Despite Morg's worries, we got back to campus in plenty of time to drink and smoke to excess (there's always time for that!), went to see some Vastards in Davison, then decided to go inspect the Mug for the benefit of our guests. There was a bit of a spooky moment when I had to have some dialogue with the Security guy who busted me, but it all ended up being fine, as most things do. We Mugged for a little while with Michelle and other kids, then Silent D and I went out on the back paths to try out Tom Sawyer - yes, he is back with us and works admirably.
The next day, Drew and I woke up rather unwillingly, and spent some time with W since Morg was at work. We had a field trip to find her some new Promworthy shoes. The Salvation Army in Poughkeepsie had a pair, and also a pair of BLACK SPECTATORS and a pair of BLACK WINGTIPS which were ONE SIZE TOO SMALL ARRRHGHSGKSAKDHKJWEHFGHA. Fortunately, W found some slipper things so I didn't have to burn the fucker down for being a tease. Then to the Galleria to look for a tie for Silent D - it's amazingly hard to find a plain black tie. It was here that Silent D found the Manic Panic hair bleach and dye kits, and decided that we should drastically change our hair colors. Results? Oh yes. A short while later, I was a rather becoming chartreuse, and Silent D sported a new style that I dubbed the "Clownfro" which I'm sure you can imagine.
The time for Vastards was fast approaching, so we walked over to Raymond to collect W and proceeded to ACDC, where our xpedition began in the bathroom. Silent D and I took a walk over to Main with a brief Sawyer stop on the way back (behind Kenyon). The Vastards were doing well, with Morg already beginning to show restlessness and dedicating the end of his solo in "Kissed By A Rose" to W, which was intensely cute. M4M stepped up after that and were also quite good - I finally figured out who Emily Cogswell is - but both groups were missing people, which was too bad.
My memory gets bad right around here, because shortly after I got kicked in the ass. There's pictures of Silent D and I playing with a balloon waiting for Kizzle and Raga, our dates (clearly a pity move on their part >;^P) and I know we went up and down the stairs several times, for snacks and cigarettes - which tasted exactly like candy, as Morg had predicted. What fun! Eventually Morg and W returned from a walk, K et R appeared from nowhere, and we all danced a little to The Breaks until getting really restless during their set break and needing more adventure. We smoked more cigarettes on the way back (I must have had seven of the fuckers in three hours - ugh), chilled in my room for a second, then were summoned to Raymond to play guitars. I know this because there are pictures, and I'm sure we were causing quite a ruckus.
Silent D and I went off to the Mug again, but that scene was pretty dead apart from Alley and Jexxie. Namanadakka and Epee were there as well, but didn't seem moved to come dance, so we of the brightly colored hair retired to find the hookah and have an expedition to the lake. On the way there, we passed part of the Cabaret cast party, which looked mental (and was later proved to be, from the semi-coherent stories I've heard). We should have tagged along, but Silent D and I were to have a run in with Destiny - a Destiny we later came to call Skunky McSkunkfucker.
We were down by the bridge having an innocent hookah (really and truly, we were still too fucked to put anything in it) and all of a sudden Silent D exclaimed "Oh shit. Squirrel. Err. Skunk. Skunk!" Sure enough, one of the little slinky things was skittering around the other side of the bridge. It looked at Silent D and fled. We thought we were in the clear, but we were wrong. After an indefinite amount of time, Skunky McSkunkfucker was back, apparently determined to get a drink of water. Silent D hissed at me to stay still, which was not difficult as all that was going through my head was "If he points his skunk ass at me, I am going right over the concrete and into the water." Several minutes passed like hours, punctuated with periodic updates on the skunk's location - I didn't turn to see where he was when Silent D got a look of abject terror on his face and kept repeating "Don't move. Oh shit. Oh shit. Don't move." Eventually Skunky McSkunkfucker retreated to the woods, and a shaking and somewhat less Silent D told me that his nose was practically touching my BDU jacket. I had a few heart attacks and we decided to call it a night as all of our substances were wearing off.
Sunday was spent recovering and trying (with zero success) to find an open supermarket with Jendy. No luck - Jesus closed them all. A Vinegar Dinner for Easter was not in the cards, so we went to Antonio and warned him of our intention to utilize the Deli as our venue of choice. We then went over to the Quad and smoked some hookah, playing guitars and singing and getting the Burner stoned without his knowing (though once he did know, he didn't exactly make any moves to stop).
For band practice, Burner moved us into a upstairs studio in Kenyon, with a PA system and a real piano and a lighting plot. It's really quite a nice space, and I really want to gig up there. The coolest part, however, was not the studio, but Kenyon Roof. Holy shit. New best place on campus. I'll not get into details, but you can get into parts of the old gym that are blocked up from the inside. Which itself is awesome. We didn't make much progress on writing since Morg was pretty wasted, but Burner previewed a song he's working on and once we get around to that it should be awesome. Very pianocentric, of course, but awesomely awesome.
Late late that night I drove Silent D back to Skidmore and had MORE close encounters with wildlife - two possum crossing the road, a small rodent that I think I pate'd with Patchouli, and luckily NO INTERACTION WHATSOEVER with the seven billion deer that seemed to be out along the Teutonic. Two of them got hit at least, and a few more were starting out into the road when I went past, prompting swervings and me yelling into the night. Deer close to the road still give me the jibblies. I'd feel more remorseful about the rodent, but I'm still too thankful it wasn't a deer. I didn' get back to campus until about 3 this morning, after screaming along with as many CDs as I could cram into the player to keep me awake. Not a single other car on the entire southbound Teutonic Parkway from Albany to Potown.
Today - Sources, trying to fix up the damn registrar (WHY can I never have a simple preregistration? whyyy? This time they listed me under the wrong advisor so I have to do all the forms AGAIN and wait extra days for them to pull their heads from their asses long enough to rectify the situation), a little lunch in the fresh air, and then a really good nap, during the course of which I had a revelation, but unluckily no advice as to how to go about making it work. Maybe when I get to sleep tonight.
