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Home For Bubble Tea

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Went home for the week­end, spent it with Darren. It was a gloomy few days; cloudy, humid, and gen­er­al­ly uncom­fort­able.

At one point, Darren asked me if it felt like home, or whether my apart­ment here has tak­en the role. I could­n’t real­ly answer him at the time. I just knew that they feel dif­fer­ent. We lit up in a park that I used to play in while I was still in ele­men­tary school, and it felt odd to be stoned in a beau­ti­ful­ly emp­ty play­ground in the mid­dle of Saturday, sur­round­ed by all these upper-mid­dle class hous­es with their pools and patios. Places that aren’t com­fort­able, but famil­iar.

Concert: Death From Above '04

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Thumbnail: Lighting at Zaphods
Thumbnail: Jesse Fucking Keeler

Went to a Death From Above show at Zaphod’s. I actu­al­ly rec­og­nized Jesse F. Keeler (the F stands for Fucking) out­side when Aaron, Trolley, Jesse, and I were wait­ing for Jen. Both Keeler (the bassist) and Sebastien Grainger (the vocalist/drummer) have sim­i­lar­ly lithe bod­ies and unkempt facial hair so they aren’t hard to spot, but are easy to mix up. The set went just like the last time I saw them: they start off with an intro song as a warm-up, then Grainger takes off his shirt for the real show. They also end­ed with Do It!, when Grainger kicks down his mic stand and goes crazy on his set.

The word is ener­gy.

A Trip To Aaron's

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Thumbnail: Stair cats

The week­end was hec­tic. Went home with Aaron to vis­it his par­ents. I spent two days at his house, along with Karen and Chris, and six cats. The cats have their own hier­ar­chy, with the broth­er (same lit­ter) of the old­est cat being the alpha male (Aaron believes that there was a chal­lenge because the old­est cat used to be the alpha male). When the alpha male decides to eat, the oth­er cats will part and let him eat first. Otherwise, the cats pair them­selves off for sleep­ing and explor­ing.

I also went to Jono’s wed­ding, which was nice and sim­ple. Jonathan’s vow was…sublime. It was an amaz­ing­ly well writ­ten piece, full of a thought­ful intel­li­gence, and his crack­ing voice could bare­ly con­tain his over­flow­ing hap­pi­ness as he read it. Unfortunately, I could­n’t stay for the recep­tion, but the most impor­tant thing for me was being at the cer­e­mo­ny.

Every oth­er moment was spent with Loo.