Hot Dips (littlewashu) wrote,
Hot Dips

My heart is yellow and pink

What the hell did I do on Friday? Oh yes, Mitch and I were supposed to get CRUNKED UP, but then I fell asleep by accident after my shower and ended up at The House late. But we all got crunked up anyway, the tequila helped a little, and we played UpWords and Freelance Pictionary, and I had a little bit of a headache on Saturday morning, so I must have had a good time.

Saturday we went to MacDonalds for breakfast. We had to go inside because my car window still isn't fixed. I used to curse that MacDonalds stopped serving breakfast at eleven; now I appreciate it, because it forces me to get my ass out of bed. Mmm, hash browns.

Culann and Neil were trying to get the stump out of the yard. They swung at the roots with an axe. When they made contact, we could feel it in the house. The apple juice shook, just like Jurassic Park. Trees are amazing things.

I washed a lot of dishes.

I drove up to Michelle's apartment, my first time there. We went ice skating with her friend Keith, with whom I went on one (1) date a million years ago. I am ditzy and didn't think about socks, so I was only wearing leetle white ones, so the skates dug into the back of my right leg and wore the skin raw. I don't mind, I like hurts, I like showing them off. Ice skating was a little hard; I was laughably out of shape before I developed my massive drug addiction. But I was better at the end than I was in the beginning, and that's always a nice feeling.

The last time I went ice skating -- or maybe the time before that last time, but I think the last time -- was in 1997. It was the day after my friend Boomer and I fooled around, for the first time, and it was secret and weird and wonderful and unexpected, and this was the next day and I couldn't stop smiling and I didn't know how to act, but everything was just fine anyway.

Michelle and I went back to her house, after having a few beers after ice skating, and pretended that we were going to get ready to go back out again. But really we watched two episodes of Trading Spaces and I fell asleep on the couch. We were in bed by 10:30. Ten-thirty! On a Saturday! Bliss.

In the morning we forgot about saving the daylight, so Michelle's mom caught us unawares. She gave Michelle a kiss, then came over and gave me one, on the forehead. Kisses from other moms are nice. We went to the Americana Diner for breakfast. Man oh man, best breakfast I've had in months. Why haven't we been to the diner recently? I had scrambled eggs and Canadian bacon, like I always do. The hash browns had something extra in them, like maybe an onion taste? I liked it. The eggs were runny and Mitch wouldn't have liked them. Also we all shared a short stack of chocolate chip pancakes, one pancake each. It was like dessert. When it was over I said I wouldn't have to eat again until Tuesday.

Then we went home and then Michelle's mom left and then Michelle and I were going to go to New Hope, I'd never been, but then we decided to go to Princeton instead.

Man oh man. I am so going to graduate school, and I am so going to a good graduate school, in a town with other good colleges. So many boys! So many boys my age! And smarter than me, and analyzing things and taking notes and reading comprehensively and wearing scarves and doing homework in coffee shops. I am nostalgic for homework? I am! For being an asshole at the beginning of the evening, but at the end, saying, "equilibrium! It is mine! Give me a body, any size, any shape, I don't care, and have some forces act on it, anywhere, any direction, I don't care, and I will make it stand still." Accomplishment.

We went into a bookstore. So many books that I have never read, will never have time to read. So many books, so many words, so many ideas. Michelle bought a book on the color Mauve and how it changed everything; I bought Soft Machine by Burroughs, and Ghost World by that guy, Daniel Clowes? and a book on Buddha because I don't know much about the guy. We went into a shop called Mandalay and it had everything, like from China and such. I went to the counter with a switchplate and a blank card, and ended up with that, and a red skirt with a dragon on it, and also a square leetle teapot for Michelle, her housewarming gift.

A car on the street was playing "Hey, Nineteen" and it made me think of Maura. We talked about her, and Jose, and Andy, and Frankie, and a million forgotten Metzger residents.

Princeton University is what a university should look like.

Spring: spring is yellow and pink, forsythias and dandelions -- no, not dandelions, that's not what I meant, daffodils I meant, but dandelions too -- and everything else, willows and orchards and cherries. Yellow and pink. Who says someone isn't in charge of all this stuff?

Michelle and I decided that I need to start shopping in a ritzier grocery store, if I want to marry a nice rich boy.

I told her how I don't mind acting funny in the grocery store, I sing "Build Me Up Buttercup" and hug bread. Any boy who thinks that singing "Build Me Up Buttercup" in a normal singing volume is eccentric -- well we wouldn't last very long anyway. And the kind of boy who falls in love with a girl who sings "Build Me Up Buttercup" in the pasta aisle -- well now that's the kind of boy I'm talking about. We may as well cut to the chase, no?

We got back and Michelle started her laundry, and I didn't want to leave, the same feeling like when I'm at my parents', and I don't want to leave, because I know I'll miss them. I drove home at what felt like five but really it was six. The Magic Hour. The sun was beautiful, it made everything gold, and my new mix was in and I was bouncing and sober and I was enjoying myself so greatly I missed my exit, I looked up and already it was exit 28 when I had wanted 31. Ha! Sunday is my favorite day.

Mitch and I didn't stay long at his house, we returned to mine and watched the Transformers movie, the one with Orson Welles. In . . . I don't remember what year. But years ago, five, six, seven years ago: Boomer made me and Oliver come over to his house, and made us watch this movie. And he made analogies, to illustrate to us the importance of the film: "Optimus Prime is Israel" "Optimus Prime is God, he's passing the holy ghost to" that other guy, he was the new messiah I think. Somebody was Hitler in there, too. And other, non-Jew-related metaphors, he mixed them all together. I fell asleep.

At Rutgers there was this student-authored comic in the Daily Targum called "Flaming Cyclops". It wasn't very funny very often. But one day, I can't remember the setup, but the last panel was from the Transformers movie, it was a couple of Transformers lifting their arms in triumph and over their heads it said "You got the touch! You got the pow-er!"

Last night, in the middle of the movie I decided to make brownies. My mom and I make the best brownies in the world. We never finished watching the movie and last night MITCH made ME go to bed! That never happens!

I've said so many things, and there's so many things I haven't said. Life is good. Spring makes my heart big. Daylight saving time makes me happy, because I make better use of daylight at the end of the day, than at the beginning. Michelle makes my heart big, too, and I don't know where I'd be without her. I miss being in school. If it had been a little warmer, I could have sat on a bench in Princeton all day long, just watching everything. So could she, she said. I need a radar detector, but I never remember that except when I'm in the car. Life is good, don't let me forget that.

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    Today is Thursday. Settlement on the sale of our house is Tuesday. I took the dog for a walk today, and I started to get a little emotional.

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