dan, cold, cold, the coldness of hell. i didn’t know how to start my entry and dan gave me this opening line from his book. i am in the bard library right now. here’s what i’ve done so far:
Saturday: The big apple. What a trip! Speaking of trips, I took the train from grand central out to po’keepsie on a train. What a trip! I sat next to a cryin babe, but it was all good. My friends met me there to pick me up. Their n ames were kate, dan, and gene. It made my cry I was almost so happy. Then we went to where dan lives at Vassar. Kates friend was living in his room because he was removed from the bard campus that weekend for misbehavior. So we went there and then picked up dans friend adam and went to bard. At bard tonight was a thing called drag race. It is some crazy schoolwide par-tay! Everyone dresses in drag or is nekkid. Also they are drunk or on drugs. 37 people went to the hospital for that so it ended early cuz the hospital was full up. Since my train was late, and we were chillen really cool in the room, we missed the damn thing. That was ok cuz we were dressed up like hos and the boys in drag and we danced to the beat of our own drum. Or dance m usic from the internet. It was a par-tay.! We kinda got WILD so it was cool. Dan even saw my “bottom dollar” if you know what I mean. My ass in a thong. Like twice or something. Then a couple days later kate tried to get him to see my boobs but I don’t think he saw anything. We saw more than that of jean, in fact, we saw her humping Dylan in the loft, wearing only a nightie and MY Hat!! Guess that puppie’s gone to shit. She even left it up there. Eventually we all fell asleep, but that was after this kid woody came by wearing a giant replica of the male reproductive system, but it was only a big sparkly penis and testicles. Which is pretty much the whole thing, if you ask me. At night, [it was all at night ; ) ] I went to bed on the floor with adam. We sleept together, but not really, get it? Hahaha. We fooled around a bittle. Oh well. Its really Sunday at this point of the story.
Sunday: shit man. I’m so tired from last ngiht. We went to bed really late. Or early, depending on how you look at it,. Anyway, we woke up pretty late today. I know some of us felt a little hung over. Eventually we made it to this cool little café/coffee house/total rad chill spot in RED HOOK, NY 12607. it was called the white rabbit, like in lewis in wonderland.
Monday: sleep sleep and more sleep. Im so also so pretty damn hungry. Today I don’t remember what I did.
Tuesday: yeah, did some more sleeping. Then picked apples whichw as really fun but got a little emotional sometimes. It was all good tho. Then I went back to sleep.
that was…events of the weekend written by dan from my perspective (i don’t use caps, right. also i don’t make so many grammatical errors and spelling mistakes or obscene comments). now i would like to add a few more thoughts. drag race was pretty fun even though we didn’t actually go. it was fun to just have a drunken dance party in katie’s room like the good old days. also we were dressed up like hos which was fun. I had my octopus/stars reversible tube top and white short shorts over a black thong. and dan and adam looked pretty damn hot as women. we left the room at like 1:30 because the party was supposed to go till 3, but as we left we ran into a group of kids who were like, the party’s over. 37 people had already gone to the hospital and the hospital was full, so they shut the thing down. one of katie’s friends had seen someone being defibulated. bard was like, we are never having this again, which sucks. however, i still have safer sex night and oberlin’s drag ball to look forward to.
on sunday i went to see bela fleck with jean and woody, a cool guy from alaska. the show was awesome, my favorite part was this long solo bass jam, although bela himself was pretty rockin too. dan came to pick us up but he was sick. he thought it was like a weird hangover that kicked in at like 7 pm, but if it was it was very severe. in the parking lot he stopped to throw up out of the car door, but the car started to roll and he stepped on the gas instead of the brake and we shot forward soo scarily, but then he stopped puking long enough to step on the brake again. then i put the car in park and we listened to dan throw up for like 5 minutes. i was uncomfortable because i didn’t really know what to do. i wanted to comfort dan but i also wanted to laugh uncontrollably so i didn’t really do anything. later jean told me that she saw me almost laughing and it made her almost laugh and i know if we had made eye contact things would have gotten out of control.
today is tuesday and dan, katie and i went apple picking. it was a beautiful day and the trees in the woods are all different colors. katie and i had an emotional moment, we were laughing so hard and then all of a sudden katie was crying and then i started crying because it’s just not the same without each other. through our tears we were like, no one understands us the way we understand each other. and dan was just standing there with his hand in his pants (typical dan), laughing, which made us also laugh. it was like a typical emily-and-katie-getting-emotional moment, which always involves out-of-control laughing and crying at the same time.
it’s weird to be away from oberlin for the first time and have a more objective view of my life there. i realize that i think of it as home now. like, on sunday night, i was really tired and didn’t really want to sleep in a sleeping bag on the floor, and i was picturing my own bed, and it was my bed at oberlin, not my bed in chicago. and i know when i leave boston and go back to oberlin, it will feel like going home. that will be so weird, the last time i went to oberlin it was a completely new thing and i was so nervous about leaving home and stuff, and now for the first time i will be going home to oberlin.
james has been weird lately, i’m excited to see him but i’m starting to realize that things may not be the same. but we’ll see. i think that he feels like oberlin is changing me and he is less willing to accept that we have different lives than i am. i have always viewed our lives as different though, i think more than he has. i still can’t wait to see him though.
later,
emily.
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