bethb's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- playing in traffic, pear cider, and GRANDPA PANTS in the sight lines went to see aerialist at the Now! outside extravaganza thing. I gotta give it up to those two Now! boys. Although, it is a little surreal, what with traffic zooming by, and you and 5 dozen of your closest scenesters are just kinda marooned on a bigger-than-usual median strip with a Metro elevator vestibule, providing the backdrop to the bands. and a fountain in the middle of it all. But i like clarendon or arlington or whatever that is there. it definately goes on my list of 'places to check out' when i finally summon up the courage (and the cash) to move. Also went to the galaxy hut yesterday. saw ann and marc. i also ran into this really nice girl who i've really only officially met once but see her *everywhere*; but i didn't know if she'd remember who i was, so i didn't say anything.but eventually i did and she remembered me, and i was so thrilled!..i discussed this phenomenon with jeffrey last night as i drank pear cider.... I don't consider myself to be a memorable person, mostly because of these two hooligans i went to college with- Collette and little John. My sophomore year i spent one weird party-hopping weekend with them. we didn't have slumber parties or anything, we'd go to a party, we'd run into them, we'd allllll go to other parties together. in college, a group of friends and i would wander around until we heard music we liked and them would just kinda mozey in. no one ever questioned our being there (bless you Joiner Man!) mostly because between Ren, Sue, Me, sometimes Allison, Occasionally Dan, Bill, we usually knew *someone*. But anyway, there was one apartment above the old sal. army (where i actually lived my senior year)where there were always raging HUGE parties. the one that we met up with collette and little john at turned legendary because of the whole bathroom incident that i'm not going to get into here, but there was blood. noone died. not even close. but there was blood. anyway, they can remember that, but they could *never* remember my name. for the next year, Little John would always say 'what was your name again?' it was really....frustrating. and then the fucker asked me out, but didn't really tell me. which is a whole 'nother story. here are the game hi-lites: somehow, we ended up going to see A Midsummer Night's Dream together. I was the assistant tech director and also the head scenic artist, so i was very proud of that show. anyway, i guess i'm as guilty as he because 1)i don't remember how it was he ended up going with me. 2) i'm pretty sure we didn't kiss 3) i don't remember how that evening concluded, but 4) i'm really really almost certain that there was no smoochin'.(i mean, this was 7 years ago) But then he called me for a few weeks and i was usually busy and he finally said something like 'am i barking up the wrong tree here?' (actually, that's exactly what he said) and i made some noise that probably sounded like 'errrgggguhhh?') and then he said something like 'i thought you liked me' 'you never have time' blah blah blah. i didn't like him. i didn't have time. and if i did have time, it wouldn't be for him. Anyway, that's why i think people don't rememeber me. So, as jeffrey and i were leaving, marc appeared, i said hey, jeffrey and i paid our tab, and went to the Metro only to spot (CUE THE MUSIC) DAHHHHHH DAHHHHH DAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH GRANDPA PANTS!!!!!!! at which point, i grab jeffrey's arm and start squeeling grandpa pants! grandpa pants! we follow him down to the metro platform, because, well, we were going that way anyway... and i'm excited and giggley and jeffrey thinks grandpa pants is his age (which is 23) (which is younger than i would like, but at least it's legal. actually, jeffrey is a good 23. i know some people who are a young 23. and it's a little annoying) and jeffrey and i are talking and then jeffrey says (and here is reason #823 why i love my friend jeffrey) 'we're getting on granpa pant's car right?'and i said 'cha.....like there was ever a question'. and we sat right across the aisle from GP! who got off at l'enfant plaza. and then tonight, my friends, Jets to Brazil! oh! plus, i found a whole dollar on the ground yesterday. now, i'm going to go buy some asparagus. can this weekend get any better? xoxo beth b. 14:04:07 - 2000-09-02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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