august west
The weekend started out lovely. Jay, Adam and I met down at Beck's Tavern taking serious advantage of the $1.25 Budweiser, Friday night happy hour. We had started a film project not to long ago and along the way ran into quite a few serious road blocks. Unfortunately, it seemed the best solution to quit the project for the time being and work out the kinks. The more we talked about the situation (and the more beer we consumed) the more it seemed everyone was ready to simply throw in the proverbial towel. Without missing a beat, we all turned our minds and started dreaming up future projects. It's not that the movie couldn't have been completed, it's just that it would have taken a lot more commitment and nearly another entire year of work than we had previously planned for. All in all it was a great idea that should have remained as such. After that, we conviened back at Jay's house to do a reading of the Tony Clifton Story (an unproduced screenplay by the great Andy Kaufman.)
Saturday my long lost friend and surrogate brother came into town. August and I hadn't spent any time together since March -- and upon the meeting we were giddy as middle school girls getting ready for the first dance. (Ok, maybe not that giddy.) Myself and Chica and August and Pearly took to drinking again, lying around my apartment reminiscing of 'the good ole days.' After several hours of beer and several games of cricket we decided that it would be fun to catch the bus downtown and as the say 'do gallery hops.' If you've never experienced anything like this - you should. Probably a total of 50 artists, some local some import gather in the short north district to show/sell their work. It tends to draw quite the diverse crowd, and there's always wine and clove cigarettes all around. After the hops we met up with Jay and his new wife Kristen to go back to their house and continue our weekend of debauchery. We ended the night back at mi casa, with a white russian nightcap and a viewing of Kubrick's classic, A Clockwork Orange.
Sunday, after I made a fabulous breakfast I said goodbye to my good friends and proceded to take the rest of the day for lounging and being decidedly slothful. It is a day of rest, after all. Thankfully Chica joined me in my day of recovery as to not make me feel slothful all by my lonesome.
It was a good weekend. no, it was a great weekend.
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The weekend started out lovely. Jay, Adam and I met down at Beck's Tavern taking serious advantage of the $1.25 Budweiser, Friday night happy hour. We had started a film project not to long ago and along the way ran into quite a few serious road blocks. Unfortunately, it seemed the best solution to quit the project for the time being and work out the kinks. The more we talked about the situation (and the more beer we consumed) the more it seemed everyone was ready to simply throw in the proverbial towel. Without missing a beat, we all turned our minds and started dreaming up future projects. It's not that the movie couldn't have been completed, it's just that it would have taken a lot more commitment and nearly another entire year of work than we had previously planned for. All in all it was a great idea that should have remained as such. After that, we conviened back at Jay's house to do a reading of the Tony Clifton Story (an unproduced screenplay by the great Andy Kaufman.)
Saturday my long lost friend and surrogate brother came into town. August and I hadn't spent any time together since March -- and upon the meeting we were giddy as middle school girls getting ready for the first dance. (Ok, maybe not that giddy.) Myself and Chica and August and Pearly took to drinking again, lying around my apartment reminiscing of 'the good ole days.' After several hours of beer and several games of cricket we decided that it would be fun to catch the bus downtown and as the say 'do gallery hops.' If you've never experienced anything like this - you should. Probably a total of 50 artists, some local some import gather in the short north district to show/sell their work. It tends to draw quite the diverse crowd, and there's always wine and clove cigarettes all around. After the hops we met up with Jay and his new wife Kristen to go back to their house and continue our weekend of debauchery. We ended the night back at mi casa, with a white russian nightcap and a viewing of Kubrick's classic, A Clockwork Orange.
Sunday, after I made a fabulous breakfast I said goodbye to my good friends and proceded to take the rest of the day for lounging and being decidedly slothful. It is a day of rest, after all. Thankfully Chica joined me in my day of recovery as to not make me feel slothful all by my lonesome.
It was a good weekend. no, it was a great weekend.
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posted by taliendo at
12:48 PM
2 Comments:
*ahem*
Did somebody mention CLOVE cigarettes?
yes, my dear: CLOVE cigarettes.
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