. . .I was at Beerology.
This year Joy managed to make it down as well. The year prior, we'd been at the beach with a bunch of girls getting trashed.
Beerology -- cheezy, apt ska overtop a brightly lit Michele Pujol room filled with rez kids slamming beer samplers. A lot of people in tight clothes. Friends taking their shirts off. A fenced off lounge area outside with the sun and a fierce breeze. Then it was dinner time.
And I'm finished classes -- forever. Wondering what I should do with non-fiction. Dump it entirely or let is fester for a few years. Who knows. All I know is that I don't have to write a feature for the rest of my life. Goddamn that feels good. Now I have to find a different career entirely. A new life in the orient after touring the continent. I'm a doer, not a recreater. Oh well.
DUMPED.
The shows are starting to line themselves up. Tour is still looking sketchy -- no official shows. We have bands in Regina, Ottowa, and Montreal who want to play with us, but nothing booked. What is booked: a night in a Yurt in Pancake Bay.
Came home last night after rehearsal to Joy finishing O BROTHER WHERE ART THOU. A fine movie indeed. Then cigarettes on the patio and bed. Sweet sweet bed.
When did I stop going to coffee shops at night? A pontificating coffee at night.
Posted by matty-b at April 8, 2005 10:19 AMWe should go tonight. And to the Roxy!
Posted by: Joy at April 8, 2005 10:43 AMOf the two movies playing at The Roxy, SIDWAYS looks really good, BE COOL doesn't, but we can sit through the trashy and get to the good stuff, sneak out for unexplained puffs before coming back in, reeking of infection.
Posted by: m at April 8, 2005 12:31 PMThe movies were great. The Roxy was better. You licking my fudgesickle right there in the theatre was best.
Posted by: m at April 9, 2005 12:14 AM