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i love this place! it’s the bottle shop at local 44, 44th & spruce st. this room is the unrefrigerated beer room, which basically felt like a home library of beer. the main section is neat too because you can buy beer, have them open it for you, and then stand around and drink.
mama called me last night to say we wouldn’t have much time in hong kong in may because we were going to urumqi (but above photo is turpan, another stop on the silk road. also on the agenda). i think larson, with his mostly caucasian but vaguely exotic, dark looks, will be taken as a local.
an ex-boyfriend would understand the personal significance of finally making my way out there, but i haven’t talked to him in years. no plans to change that.
what does one wear to go touring in the desert? birkenstocks? boat shoes? i think it won’t be too warm in may.
i’m back from new york — came back last night, popped in to my place to drop luggage and facetime with larson for 3 minutes. went to a birthday party where the swing of a pinata bat broke the pinata and also a mirror. glass everywhere. later, a girl who was a stranger came into the room and started probing everyone’s life. she just kept swinging with one after another uncomfortable question.
today, the plan was to wake up, work, climb, and then soldier on. the revised plan became waking up, riding to the chinese bakery, climbing, and then soldiering on. it’s now 11:27 p.m. as i type this — no soldiering has occurred.
the climbing gym has a new route that i really like. i keep meaning to snap a picture of it. it’s pretty easy, but the right hand holds don’t exist for the first fifteen, twenty feet of the climb. nothing to do but just reach out to the corner of the wall and feel one’s way up.
larson and i won’t be climbing this summer. my membership runs out at the end of april, and we’ll be two people living on a resident’s salary until i start work. we won’t even have the money for a rope to climb outside.
but it’s fine. the best summer of my life happened when i was 17 — working 8 hours a day for very little money, but spending my evenings the way i wanted, lingering on our living room couch with the windows wide open and with people i wanted to be with. this summer will be more of the same — 8 hours a day of studying, yes, but ample time to do nothing and everything else. riding my bike in the morning. spending my evenings with the person i want to be with.
it’s 2am, time for a drunk post! i wish there was ramen.
SO, apparently i’m a really really friendly drunk! it explains so much about the fallout from the one and only time in my life i got blackout drunk. thank you, goodnight.
