| This past week has been kinda insane. I read Kitchen Confidential, The Crying of Lot 49 by Thomas Pynchon, and An Unfortunate Woman by Richard Brautigan in two days. I rode my bike a lot. I worked a lot. It's all fairly kosher for me.
And then Friday happened. And what happened on Friday you ask? Firstly I decided to move to Little Five Points. The day before I saw an ad on CraigsList for $300/month including utilities rent in an apartment at Ponce & Moreland and I just had to check it out. Well, it's a chouette situation. Top floor of a 1920s apt building, old molding, wood floors, that smell of history that permeates all nifty buildings, two really cool housemates (Adrya and Kevin), and ridiculously cheap rent for an amazing location. It's a small room, but I don't care. The commute to campus is nothing and I won't go into debt this way. So. On Friday I confirmed that I wanted to rent the room. After work, I checked it out again and figured out what furniture I'd need, hung out at Aurora and started reading A Thousand Plateaus: Capitalism and Schizophrenia, and drove out to the Gumbo Party at M., D., and S.' place in Decatur.
The Gumbo Party bonanza rocked. We definitely started a rave with our bike lights. Lots of cool bike people, lots of good food (the gumbo was sooooo good), lots of alcohol (Sweetwater, 18 year aged scotch). A. let me borrow his bike so that I could ride over to D.'s loft (A&P Lofts) for the bigger party. That party was a bit dead, but lots of people, lots of bikes, lots of cheap beer (which I did not drink), and lots of good conversation (yes, we talked politics, bikes, literature, and philosophy--Pynchon!!!). I met some really tight people and partied the night away (for me, at least...I realize 2 am isn't that late...).
A crisis came up with L. and long story short we had to get a room at the Highland Inn, which, luckily, he managed to pay for. Basically, it was ridiculous. Ridiculously awesome memory, that is. Most of last night fits in that catagory.
I mean, don't get me wrong. I would love to live that perfect college experience where I live on campus with my friends and then get an apartment with them and act my own age. But life sometimes doesn't work out like we always want. And right now I'm just flowing with it. Or rhizoming with it, as A Thousand Plateaus points out. Life is looking up, I've met some many awesome people in the last two weeks, my relationship with L. seems to finally be ok (fingers crossed), and I'm really begining to become a part of the city for the first time in my life. (smile) |
