Sunday, October 23, 2005
W Street party-ers
I just got home from a mild night on 14th street because I have my church job in the morning. And what do I discover when I get back to my apartment? A raging dance party on the second floor, that's what. They are rocking out to god-knows-what, and every time someone opens the apartment door to go outside to smoke, I hear the revelries. I am upset by this because A) I need to go to bed in order to sing tomorrow morning, and B) why was I not invited to this shindig? True, I don't know anyone on the second floor, but that shouldn't stop them from extending an invite to their neighbors. So off I go to bed at 1 am, hearing heeled shoes stomp down the steps for a cigarette. If only I still smoked...then I could infiltrate myself into the inner circle. Now I hear people fumbling with keys next door. (I wonder if they were invited to the upstairs club?) I have to go to bed to stop the paranoia. THEY ARE SO LOUD, though. And Geoff, why don't we hang out anymore? I love karaoke...and I use too many ellipses...
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see, you just needed 1 more person... then you could have wandered in together, and if anyone asked who you were with, point to your friend (who no one knows either) across the room. yay for free beer, yay for ellipses, and yay for 14th street, i miss it. well, not all of it. maybe stetsons, and def. DC-9. oooooh and the food at local 16.
tara, you're going to hate me: i was at that party!!!
TOTALLY JUST KIDDING...
but we do need to hang out more. it only makes sense. let's make a plan...or not make a plan and just go w/ the flow... either way.
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