Went to Leslie Lawson Look Alike’s Say What You’re Reading
meeting at the storefront of her house while Stoneybrook grabbed two Flying
Dogs for us so we could sit down on the red carpet and be wallflowers.I was gonna have to think up another dare for
him to do like going up and talking to one of the writer’s Leslie Lawson Look
Alike brought in, after he chickened out from knocking on 1818 W Lafayette
Street-out in the middle of nowhere.We
at least saw a pretty green concrete garage across from the parking lot we were
sitting in, with a a winding caterpillar painted crawling up.We were too cold to decide what to do,
Stoneybrook and I cause my GPS was short-circuiting and letting me down and and
we were lost somewhere in the city on the wrong part of Lafeyette..it was west
instead of east.I waited for my fingers
to thaw out so I could find another way to get to Leslie-Lawson-Look-Alike’s
meeting.
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Stoneybrook
kept taking trips to pee, this was his third one while The Girl Who Looked Like
A Porcelain Doll got up to read about why we should have meetings about having
meetings and about how she wanted to have a meeting to talk to her boss about
love and I completely agreed…we should have meetings all day long.
I snuck up
Leslie Lawson Look Alike’s stairs and felt at home next to her cats and her
kitchen .She covered the windows with
like wooden wall hangings, sifters, teapots and books but I didn’t get too
close to look at any.I just petted her
cats, checked in at her room, tried to imagine sleeping on a bed supported with
many 2x4’s nailed together and then hurried down so I could watch the rest of
Military Barrack’s slideshow of the salt flats in tate wt="on">lace wt="on">Utahlace>tate>.Made a mental note to take up quilting after I watched hers too.Tried to go up and make conversation with her
after but then Stoneybrook brought up something complicated and couldn’t stop
talking about it and so Military Barrak ran off to get her card for some
fan.Went up to Leslie Lawson, vowed never
to wash my hair again after she tousled it, then read some line from 3:15:The
Poetry Project.Stoneybrook said
that’s how Bloody Valentine’s Loveless made it big, they woke up the lead
singer at 4 am and made her sing the opening lines half asleep.So we listened to the song super loud while
driving over to Joe’s Squared and kept hearing it on my phone inside over pizza
that I made the poor POOR student (really no money at all) pay for.I just didn’t feel like spending anything
more.And then on the way back I kept
fielding off invitations to go up to his place, like about why I didn’t need
Vodka right now.It was my idea earlier
in the night to drink Pink Squirrels (vodka, crème de noyaux, white crème de
cacao..) but I wanted to stay friends so I made up that I had to get up
early.He kept talking about how his
girlfriend back home was pushing him to have an open relationship and how he
wanted to make out and hook up with someone here in t="on">lace wt="on">Baltimorelace> and I looked over at him and
thought he was hot but I didn’t feel like it.I REALLY wanted to remain friends.Who else would I have to bring to these writing workshops?I had to keep things platonic.Stoneybrook thought up more stuff as we got
closer to his apartment, like vodka and amarettos which sounded tempting, vodka
and lemonade (which he had), or just plain vodka.I dropped him off at his apartment three
minutes later with the books we traded and then went back to my place to type
up an email to Stephenson who promised me a ticket the next day to Fassbinder, a
German porn that was playing at the Charles.
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