11:26 p.m. 26 March 2002
Day Two: Monday
Monday morning, we all wake up much earlier than we thought we would. Given, you know, the circumstances. Although Carrie and I do not hear Carrie's alarm that we had picked out the music to at all, but she still gets to work just fine.
The night before, Carrie has drawn us a map of where to walk to a) see nice houses b) see nice shops and c) get killed maybe, so we have options. We choose the nice shops over the getting killed, so we walk up Carrie's street (Octavia) and across St. Charles (where the streetcar is) and onto Magazine street. There are indeed nice shops, including one called Necromantic, which Jessica likes the name of because she thinks it is funny and a music store in which I feel intimidated and try to pretend I know what I am looking at, but Jess buys some techno music. It's a tradition with her.
We are going to see the houses and maybe get some coffee, but then we realize that it is about the time that we'd said we'd go to Carrie's restaurant where she is working, Kyoto, and get lunch, so we do. We all get great food, and Jamie gets some spring rolls that she really loves, and we eat there and then Carrie gets off work.
Then we walk to the library and to the grocery store (where we really annoy one woman, I think, who keeps bumping into us as we are walking down the aisles, but we are young and do not care), and back to Carrie's house where we all promptly fall fast asleep after loudly proclaiming that we are not tired. At least, I do. I don't know what anyone else does besides sleeping, because I am asleep.
After we wake up, we decide to go to a concert, but first to the video store, which is called Video Alternatives and is very independent-y. At least, compared to the video stores in my hometown which are all a) blockbuster b) hollywood video and c) moooovies. I'm not even sure we have a blockbuster anymore, and I've never been to moooovies, so effectively, even, it's just hollywood video.
We mill around for a really long time being indecisive and listening to this one guy loudly proclaiming opinions on like every movie ever made, but we finally get The Road Home with Zhang Ziyi from Crouching Tiger and . . . da da da dum . . .Freeway 2: Confessions of a Trickbaby. Wait for this. More on it later. Yes, it's as good as you might think.
Then we drive somewhere down a road with warehouses (I can find my way around already!) and get to a club called Mermaid Lounge. Carrie practices elfwriting and I begin my practice of ordering beers when repeatedly confronted with not knowing what I want anywhere we go, only broken by terrible drinks like daquiris and hurricaines and two glass of wine. Oh and some tequila shots. We see this band called Painting Daisies (four women, folkish rock). They are very cute and incredibly Canadian. Carrie and I think the bass player has very nice arms. But then, I think the lead guitarist may have been my favorite in the end, despite arms. We act very girlish and giggly after the show and get them to sign our CDs. Jessica gets a shirt, too. They are probably the most Canadian people I have met. I have not met too many Canadian people. But they are the most.
Then we go to see if Katy (Carrie's best friend from high school who lives in the french quarter) is home, but she is not, so we go back to Carrie's house and watch . . . da da da dum . . . Freeway 2: Confessions of a Trickbaby. This movie now tops the list of worst movies I have ever seen. Tops it. Take: Natasha Lyone. Add one vomit fetish, a very thin girl (but she was pretty) named, apparently, Cyclona, who is supposed to be both a lesbian and a schizophrenic mass-murderer ("Take your damn pills, Cyclona"!), an extremely loose adaptation of Hansel and Gretel, Sister Gomez, vibrators, and Mexico and you wouldn't have this movie. But you'd have something. Anyway, when I die, I'm going to have wings. And claws.
We are traumatized by Trickbaby. So we go to bed.
Day Two: Monday
Monday morning, we all wake up much earlier than we thought we would. Given, you know, the circumstances. Although Carrie and I do not hear Carrie's alarm that we had picked out the music to at all, but she still gets to work just fine.
The night before, Carrie has drawn us a map of where to walk to a) see nice houses b) see nice shops and c) get killed maybe, so we have options. We choose the nice shops over the getting killed, so we walk up Carrie's street (Octavia) and across St. Charles (where the streetcar is) and onto Magazine street. There are indeed nice shops, including one called Necromantic, which Jessica likes the name of because she thinks it is funny and a music store in which I feel intimidated and try to pretend I know what I am looking at, but Jess buys some techno music. It's a tradition with her.
We are going to see the houses and maybe get some coffee, but then we realize that it is about the time that we'd said we'd go to Carrie's restaurant where she is working, Kyoto, and get lunch, so we do. We all get great food, and Jamie gets some spring rolls that she really loves, and we eat there and then Carrie gets off work.
Then we walk to the library and to the grocery store (where we really annoy one woman, I think, who keeps bumping into us as we are walking down the aisles, but we are young and do not care), and back to Carrie's house where we all promptly fall fast asleep after loudly proclaiming that we are not tired. At least, I do. I don't know what anyone else does besides sleeping, because I am asleep.
After we wake up, we decide to go to a concert, but first to the video store, which is called Video Alternatives and is very independent-y. At least, compared to the video stores in my hometown which are all a) blockbuster b) hollywood video and c) moooovies. I'm not even sure we have a blockbuster anymore, and I've never been to moooovies, so effectively, even, it's just hollywood video.
We mill around for a really long time being indecisive and listening to this one guy loudly proclaiming opinions on like every movie ever made, but we finally get The Road Home with Zhang Ziyi from Crouching Tiger and . . . da da da dum . . .Freeway 2: Confessions of a Trickbaby. Wait for this. More on it later. Yes, it's as good as you might think.
Then we drive somewhere down a road with warehouses (I can find my way around already!) and get to a club called Mermaid Lounge. Carrie practices elfwriting and I begin my practice of ordering beers when repeatedly confronted with not knowing what I want anywhere we go, only broken by terrible drinks like daquiris and hurricaines and two glass of wine. Oh and some tequila shots. We see this band called Painting Daisies (four women, folkish rock). They are very cute and incredibly Canadian. Carrie and I think the bass player has very nice arms. But then, I think the lead guitarist may have been my favorite in the end, despite arms. We act very girlish and giggly after the show and get them to sign our CDs. Jessica gets a shirt, too. They are probably the most Canadian people I have met. I have not met too many Canadian people. But they are the most.
Then we go to see if Katy (Carrie's best friend from high school who lives in the french quarter) is home, but she is not, so we go back to Carrie's house and watch . . . da da da dum . . . Freeway 2: Confessions of a Trickbaby. This movie now tops the list of worst movies I have ever seen. Tops it. Take: Natasha Lyone. Add one vomit fetish, a very thin girl (but she was pretty) named, apparently, Cyclona, who is supposed to be both a lesbian and a schizophrenic mass-murderer ("Take your damn pills, Cyclona"!), an extremely loose adaptation of Hansel and Gretel, Sister Gomez, vibrators, and Mexico and you wouldn't have this movie. But you'd have something. Anyway, when I die, I'm going to have wings. And claws.
We are traumatized by Trickbaby. So we go to bed.
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