Fall Hölle Woche,
The cabaret party at the Morgue on Wednesday, Wild Thing show at Oz on Thursday, Coliseum on Friday, Azucar on Saturday, and Mariloly tonight at Oz… Movies, movies, movies… fast food, etc – Crank and Trust the Man, Denny’s, Donald’s, and Taco Bell… Hollister, Urban Outfitters, Lucky, and of course Targié,
What was a novelty in high school is now simply degenerative.
Preparation for Ernesto, the shower with a name, ushered in the week but amounted to little more than a two days off school, wind, some rain, and a ton of duty drama for us.
Spent a lot of time holed up in the dorm room with the roommate, video games, junk food, comedy central, fucking kangaroos and hanky codes. Wednesday was the military ball at the Morgue with Alexandra, who placed third…fun night, usual people. Denny’s afterwards with our favorite waitress.
South Beach – gallery opening after party with JHR … sketchball artists with bad paintings, McDonald’s, stray dogs… yeah, complete waste of time. Friday night I stayed in the dorm and just entertained/was entertained by a constant flow of people… loud Islanders, screaming Kerry-look alike (say the Islanders) arguing the law, Alexandra stopping by, plate errands, other residents.
A quiet, sweeping sense of apathy prevailed this week – I’ve wasted a lot of time – next week will be intense.
Oh, and randomly, we went to a house party:
Well, we didn’t go to the gym, write, or study. We didn’t watch our backs or plates, and we certainly didn’t “pay attention”.
So, then, what did we do this week?
Stood in line at the bookstore, milled about Starbucks, hung out at the front desk, sorted mail, ran the first floor meeting, got pissed on by Edda the dog, reunions, reggaeton house parties in the suburbs, got attacked my roaches outside of sunset, greeted people whose names I didn’t know, had superficial, awkward conversations, charmed, went to the movies three times, …shopped for four hours at Wal-Mart, Costo, and Publix for a floor dinner that eventually got canceled, got buried under a magazine avalanche as my roommate cackled, rocked the Hasselhoff during duty, tried Carmen’s step class, brought the knife to the gunfight, humored, rumored, and tumbled.
Next week begins with a hurricane.
Training finished, roommate moved in, residents moved in…12 hour days, bonding, misbonding, unbonding, rebonding…. the descent, exhaustion.
Alleys, allies, & etc. Next week things really get started.
RA training. Long nights, door decks, mold on floor, 2 inch roaches, residents, carts, carts, carts…parents…yar.
Retreat (we went to the Macro Island Marriot) was actually a lot of fun. We got loose at this fish joint with a small dance floor and manly-looking singer.
I slept both nights on the penthouse balcony of our hotel. Looking down at the dark beach and ocean while listening to C-Mos was relaxing, and needed. Priorities, etc.
My summer ends when RA training begins.
Summer was sort wild…definitely fast and stupid, and utterly unproductive. It won’t be regretted or repeated.