And before that...

Ummmmm... so i went to philly this weekend so i could go to the prom with mars and on the drive up there on saturday all i could think the whole time was "god i can't wait to be in mars' bedroom" because i LOVE mars' bedroom, it's the coziest and nicest, and because love lives there, and as i was fantasizing about being in mars' room i thought "and we'll get ethiopian food and listen to pulp and it will be full of grace."

And when i got there, the ethiopian had already been ordered, pulp was in the changer, and mars had a glass of water sitting next to the magic smoke making machine cause last time i almost died cause it was when i was going through my strange lung/stomach bullshit, and she told me the water was for me and i hugged her as much as my arms could do, cause i like to hug her, cause she is my best friend.

The prom was fun, i liked the virgin punch vs. the slut punch. When we first arrived, there was this gaggle of boys in suits and ties standing outside having smokes, and my "bad boys!" radar went up out of habit and then i was like "oh wait, i'm not 17 now" but it was interesting that that sensor in me never died. Boys in neckties smoking outside is like... the opening shot of the best porno never made. Me and becky took a picture feeling each other up on elliott's bicycle. She did it first.

I didn't slow dance with anyone. I didn't go in the make out room with anyone.

Do you think the boys would have asked me to dance if i was taller?

Sigh.

Next week is Cynthia Connolly's show there.

Sunday afternoon I stopped by my parents' house on the way home from philly because my dad's birthday is this week and I can never think of anything to get him and he never wants anything and spending time with him and my mom seemed like the closest i could get to a gift. My dad will be 71 and he looks maybe 55. We celebrate his birthday Mar 1 but he's not absolutely sure that's the date. I'm not really sure what happened to the birth certificate; maybe none was issued. Maybe he is from Jupiter. No, that can't be it cause i don't think there are humans on Jupiter. Hmmm. An enduring mystery.

Sunday afternoon and evening, there was thunder and lightning, of which I am really quite, quite fond. I listened to pulp and thunder, and i laid in the bed that i like the most, my very own bed, and I had a very Mary Chen kind of Sunday.

Tonight is pot luck at kansas.

I think i feel a little sad today, but I think it's ok.