I’ve had a long week. Closing Monday night/Opening Tuesday Morning, out late Tuesday and Wednesday, and I caught maybe a two hour nap last night. It’s been a depressing day around my house. This isn’t a memoir or Livejournal or anything, it’s not even a Bright Eyes song, so I’ll spare you the details.
I got to watch the sunset on the year’s longest day last night from a rooftop in Jersey City. There was a good amount of drinking, guitar playing and urinating off the side of the building. As the sky darkened, Jack tested out the camera on his new phone to some hilarious results. At one point we were walking across the roofs of other buildings, and I caught one little Asian guy watching the end of the Mets game through his skylight. So for about five minutes I hovered over him watching the end of the game. I had to capture the scene solely based on the sheer weirdness factor.
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Eventually we got a call from Alex inviting us to his place a few blocks away for further partying. Brain cells were murdered. At one point Ilya and Alex and I were writing jingles for advertisements and then it somehow morphed into public service announcements, and finally, we were coming up with potential product names for new wonder drugs. An example would be something like, “Do you ever find yourself in a place you don’t remember being before? You might have walked there.” Then we’d offer some sort of resolution for how to cope with finding out you have legs. It was HIGHLY retarded, if you catch my drift. I think there was also a miracle cure for freckles that included medication, multiple surgical procedures and skin grafts. I think another one included diagnosing people who have “fur on their faces and heads,” as sufferers of a condition known as “hair.” Also, Alex’s place is now home to a yellow lab and two tiny kittens.
It seemed like the drive home took much longer than usual, but I was really out of it. And I certainly wasn’t prepared to be awake all night.
