Rendezvous
25 February 06 : 04.35 PM
Last night it was just us girls, Desiree, Min, Rose and I.
Ice cream at Island Creamery, dressing up at my place, drinking and dancing at the Living Room, sitting at my dining table talking in the middle of the night, eating chocolate cheesecake, falling asleep to MTV.
MTV at 5am is amazing, I almost forgot. New Wave music of bands I've never heard before and some familliar ones, with their peculiar music videos and strangely handsome men in even stranger outfits; almost futuristic yet so excruciatingly eighties. I fell asleep to A Flock of Seagulls, with the girls sleeping near.
It's nights like this that gets me feeling overwhelmed. I was a little heady from the alcohol Briant made me drink. I don't usually like to drink, but I couldn't reject, after all, he bought that bottle of Chivas just for us. And it's the chillness of the night, and it was listening to Bright Eyes before we went out (party music, eh?); I'm crazy in love with romance.
A bowler hat and stories of the city and thick cigars and bronze makeup and Truman Capote.
There are so many things I want to see, I want to do and I want to feel right now. And doesn't this feel terribly good.