2008-11-22
but pharoah sanders makes it better
phone rings at 4am and it's bridgett with a busted face. apparently after our bikewalking home and within a one block radius, she fell, blacked out and woke up at the hospital with her eye swollen shut and bruises along her left side. fuck!!!
she still doesn't know what happened, how she got to the hospital or anything and I can't help but feel shitty at not having the sense (or ignoring that good sense in favor of my own needs) in walking her home. i was fit to bike, but she obviously wasn't. :(
now, worse than kind of avoiding her because i feel bad, i feel like i'm avoiding her because i have witnessed a point of weakness that i find unappealing.
this is distressing to me! bridgett is the coolest person i know here and our friendship is off to an awesome start. but this episode made me conscious of the huge difference between her 21 years and my 28 (as always here in fucking sc) and how i seriously can't be bothered going through the motions again...once was hard enough!
hopefully i can get over it and won't feel suffocated or anything because we DID have a lot of fun that night :)
this weird fancy computer collective office thingy with a royal tenenbaums style phone booth (grazi mille!) and tons of free booze and candy (red vines, chocolate covered cherries and organic beer in a crazy clear spherical keg). talked it up with a bunch of nerds and sauced it up largecore.
tonight i'm staying in, reading obama's book, writing a bunch, drinking tea...oh shit, the tea!
goddamn one of these days i'ma burn the place down.
anyway, life is meh.
tinteardrop at 7:51 p.m.