It's Saturday night, and I am curled up in bed at 7.30 - I haven't been home since Thursday and I feel like I live in my car sometimes (engine light flickered on this afternoon, universe telling me something or other). Or that I live in L's bed, or on a treadmill, or on the train or in an Uber...or in this outfit that I haven't changed since Thursday...urrrgh...
I loved this morning, I mean, it was 2.30am when I realised I think I might be addicted to making friends. (Scene:) we were all in the glorified scout hall, and everything was glittery and the vacuum cleaner broke and L was getting a drum lesson, with her lithe dancer limbs the most graceful thing I've ever seen a rookie drummer operate. For some reason there are four pianos in that place and we all took one and played while L kept a funny beat. I never really got the whole party 'jam' thing that people sometimes do - to be honest I find it annoying and egotistical - but, maybe because it was so short it didn't have time to drag, or maybe because only special friends were there (plus my original L), it just really felt nice, and silly, and like one of those things that happen at 2am that always turn out weird but good, you know?
When we got back to WS we sat around the kitchen table, M dragging a thick pile of pizza slices out of a plastic bag and L letting me share a Nutella toastie with him because even after a few drinks I'm too afraid to have one to myself. We sat and I laughed until I couldn't breathe and I thought I could stay up all night but I couldn't, in the end. Me and L talked about how remarkable, and how very mundane, it is to remember that every single person in the room is experiencing the same evening in a different way.
I try to take notes on my phone whenever something happens in my life that really affects me in any way, that makes me laugh, that gets me excited or inspired or that I think could be a good lyric; the latest:
what do you want - just go out and get it!!!!!!!!
in another life we could be friends
parting the dance floor H holds a $10 note above his head saying "daddy's credit card"
brushing my teeth M looking like a little kid
staying in the studio and it feels like night all the time
"i didn't touch anything.
we just spent the whole day wasting time"
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