I just braved the first snow of the season in a V6 Astro van, so I am feeling accomplished! Not everyone on the road was making it home okay; there were several clusters of police lights and off-road vehicles decorating M-21. Maybe this means that my mother’s family will be unable to make it for dinner. Seeing as how I don’t feel like looking decent or speaking kindly, the possibility of a Thanksgiving raincheck sounds wonderful. I’m just so tired, and sleep hasn’t been easy or plentiful.
Last weekend our Lebowsky center was sold out to 650 people for Battle of the Bands. Brad had come up from Detroit to visit and Roy’s band was in the lineup, so, I was excited. Unfortunately no one had a drop of talent that I could hear and one band in wetsuits played plastic instruments as a joke. It might have been funny, hadn’t we waited the 20 minutes for setup and takedown.
I made a new friend, who squeezed past our row of knees to sit down and shout “ROY SUCKS” in the midst of a cheering crowd.
“Not everyone likes Roy,” he informed me, pointing at himself.
Brad paid for drinks, which was really considerate. Someone gave me their number and I threw it away in a state of drunkenness, wondering, “Why the fuck is there a napkin in my pocket?”
We took new boy Josh back to his home, where I had a lesson in the masculine knitting that is chainmaille. We talked about Dracula and metal. After spending some time with him, I could tell that his ability to be loud and cocky was a condition. He’s kind of stuck on obnoxious, hyper and occasionally twitching. Eventually the two of us were able to talk in fragments, sounds and horselaughs until we could barely breathe, and everyone else just shook their heads.
Brad brought Em, a black guy who let me call him Blacky. I asked him if he had a sawed off 9 and he said no. I asked if he had a hollow heat seeker and he said no. I asked him if he had a loaded tech… you get the idea. It was his first time in the country, and we all stared at him because he looked so funny, here. He died laughing whenever I tried using slang.
Someone called the police while we were playing PSII, which was interesting. It’s a low rent apartment and the officer had us rounded up in the kitchen, treating us like hoodlums that… a percentage of the guests very well might have been. After all, a number of the people I had talked to that night had said something about probation, and there were plenty of drugs, everywhere.
I kind of stepped in and spoke politely, which caused a drastic change in the officer’s tone. After he gave a strike and took off, I said I was going to bail and head home, where there weren’t restrictions on my noise level.
Josh grabbed my sleeve, looked at me through drunk eyes, and said, “Don’t leave me.” So… moments later, we were all watching Dawn of the Dead on my mattress.
I think Brad tried to hold my hand, so I had to do a funny readjust/scoot thing to get our arms untangled. It was a fun weekend.