pre-day one

finally! this is the first chance i've been able to get internet since gallup. but i wrote the whole time. i'll put up pics later. check back. also my post titles will tell you which day i'm on. (currently i'm on day two). here's the post:

so this was saturday. i was supposed to be on the train by 4:45pm. i had knots in my belly and hadn't figured out if they were the good or bad kind. i wasn't packed yet. but i had a pile of cat hair clothes sitting near my suitcase. the type of clothes that hide my girl gut. another pile of clothes were the party girl hipster trash i wear downtown. and i had to fit both piles into my little green suitcase. i'd have to figure out where to pack the mountain of headbands later. a gentleman called to tell me my train would be considerably late. by six hours do i want to reschedule? nah. maybe. i'll think bout it. fodder for packing procrastination. m and i went to eat at garcia's. he had the cheez enchilada with beans and fries. i got the bean burrito with guacamole, queso and onions. smothered with green. we watched no country for old men which made me worry about gun wielding train patrons. si called about getting together with jessica and her free alcohol that night so i rescheduled to leave on sunday. knots went away. took off my travel sweaters and zipped on uncomfortable tight tee shirt to hang out in. put eyeshadow, twenty dollar bill and i.d. in my pocket.

tres, al, si, sam and jessica were sitting around jessica's living room drinking natural ice. si: "doesn't natty ice taste considerably better than pabst?" except said more simonesque. uhm. maybe. we made plans to make a news broadcast for the public access channel. mostly joking drunky whatever behavior but al was being serious. he told me that i had to do a page six gossip segment. how does he know about my gossip emails and blog? made my stomach flip flop again. oh god, do i have a crush on alex? i had three more glasses of wine. buzzed quickly turned to drunk. walked down silver. posed for pics near the firestation. said hi to tucker. he remembered me. this means i'm cool. fucked up and drank too much. puked in the girls' bathroom with the stall door wide open swinging behind me. no one even blinked at the sight. business as usual. although someone told me "great aim." thanks man it takes practice. put the ring back on my index finger and rejoined the group. dizzy and drunk so m took me home.

i completely forgot jessica made us smuggle two beers and a bottle of rum into anodyne. it was still in my bag. i woke up the next morning with my checkbook stuck to my back.