Last night was Mardi Gras, for real this time.
I spent the evening with an ex boyfriend from round abouts five 
years ago. Griffin. Upon making plans to see him I was skeptical that it would be the same adolescent bullshit from our days of Miles. I arrived my usual half hour late and apologized profusely having already set our plans back an hour earlier that day. It was awkward at first and bitterly cold. We ended up at a real shitty cafe on university and park, the espresso tasted like weak warmish coffee flavored tea. We sat outside, it was cold, but we could smoke and take long exposure shots. Lens envy was had from both parties and after moving inside to the warmth the baristas put on The Strokes - Is This It.
Rachel was sick, but we went to her place anyway cause I kind of need her to live. We ended up getting a little tipsy and I made Rachel play my fave renditions. It was great, Griffin complemented Rachel on her talents and told her to play a show at Dry River, it was cute. Overall the experience was not at all what I expected and I was just so shocked to find this boy I used to know transformed into a tolerable person whos company I don’t mind....and maybe even enjoy.
I just listened to Is This It in its entirety and loved it just a little bit more than I used to.
1 comment:
i think the best part of the night was that we both ended up with battle wound (the scratch near my right eye is red and slight noticable) despite the fact that we didn't battle.
oh and i need you to live too, more than cigarettes and more than booze and more than my guitar (and that's saying a lot right now) and more than oxygen (which isn't saying a lot since i gladly deprive myself of that)
but then again maybe that's the alcohol talking
<3
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