but those were the last tears of the weekend, and the evening went quickly up hill after that. when i went back upstairs to steal a towel from z, kimmie came over and said that she was just gonna find me, as samir had called and was coming over. so i started getting ready. they werent sure what they wanted to do, but i said i wanted to go out. so i started getting dressed up. samir came in right after i'd done my eyes. he was standing behind me as i was leaning over the sink, and said that he'd heard i wanted to go to rochester, and i turned around standing up, and said, "yes, of course, i'm all dressed out, i have to go out," and batted my false eyelashes at him. (i wore the purple sparkly ones) and he said something terribly apropriate, like wow! yes, you have to go out now that you're so dressed up, sure, lets go out." a called, cause it was friday. i felt so very known, and loved, and it put me in a great mood for the rest of the night. so me and kimmie z's roommate, and megs, her big sister, who had graduated but came back for spring weekend, and samiripoo of course, all went to alexander street. it was a fine bar, not alot of action. i was drinking tom colins, in honor of g. samir of course knows me, and kimmie is super sweet even though she's shy, and meg's is totally fun. so they were all nice to me. i was having a good time getting to know them and getting tipsy, and then 2 sorority boys came by and sucked up the conversation. they were total jerks, didn't even make eye contact with me. luckily kimmie didn't know them very well and talked with me. then z called to make sure we were having a good time. i hope she felt like the conversation went well, cause i felt like it cleared up alot of stuff that had been out there. a sort of threshold revalation phone call. (anyone get the angels in america reference?) that's my favorite thing about beign drunk and being around drunks- is that point of honesty. i felt like i needed to speak to how exiled i felt when she threw her camera at me and ran away, but then also that she shouldn't feel bad for going out with bob and i was indeed having a very good time with her friends. except for the sorority boys. she asked who they were, and i didn't know. the short one was piefucker, because he looks like the short guy in american pie. how charming. z said i wasn't missing anything, they weren't worth knowing. so when i came back and samir asked if i was ready to move on, i was all into it. the 4 of us went next door to mex and got a picher of margaritas. unfortunately they were out of strawberry and so samir just got plain. they were really salty, strong, and not that great. but there was a bench with little tables to crowd around. it was nice to sit even though it restricted my conversation to the person next to me. we played musical chairs a couple of times so i could keep engaged. i drank so much! trying to think when was worse. i probably was drunker than the fairies party, but i didn't get sick. i will never drink enough to be sick again. anyway, z and bob got back too late, so they didn't come out. samir was totally sweet. he says he likes being the designated driver. i don't think i would like it, drunk people are usally SO annoying when i'm sober. but he's really nice to us, humoring us all.
the next day was mizerable. why tequila? why? i must have been DRUNK when i thought it was a good idea. no crazy dreams, but i felt SO AWFUL 5 hours later when it was time for spring weekend. i got ready and kept sleeping on wherever z was rushing around being in charge. g put me in samir's care and we went on the first bus while she came on the 2nd with the stragglers. the first hour of the party was bad. i just curled up on someone's blanket and worried about sunburn. she came, finally, i got her suntan lotion, and then she went to be in charge and socalize, while i tried to nap. a few hours later, kimmie, who was part of the group around me, acknowlaged that i was a person not just a lump, and she asked if i was ok and if i'd eaten, and if i'd like her to get me a garden burger.
i eventually gave up on sleeping, and feeling a little better for my rest got a pepsi. allie checked on me and said that she'd make me a real garden burger instead of the disgusting boca vegan ones. i was trying to be human but not really successful. after i ate, it was mostly better, though. ch and mom both called, and i whined to them. eventually i found single people and dyads to be a part of. there was a wonderful very very drunk girl ashley. she was the most adorable drunk- i'm so not impressed with most of the dphie girls who drink too much, but she was charming and conversational. and allie and samir both wanted me to have a good time. 
i don't know. i was really glad when the day was over, because everyone knew everyone else and this was there idea of fun, and i felt like a huge interloper, out of gossip, and often in the way or ignored. but then there were people who were phenominally kind. it's another example of how i feel like there's two trips here, happening simultaniously. or at least 2 versions. there's the exterior things that we did, then there's my interior world of how i felt the whole time. in my selfish blogging i assume you'd rather hear about my neurotic self centered thoughts than who threw up where and about brianna tatooing and flashing people. samir and z and i were going to the atomic eggplant for dinner, but it was closed! we drove a bit farther up monroe (?) and found oasis, another mediteranian restaurant they really like. we went home, and checked our email and stuff. z was really tired and took a nap. she didn't want to, but i begged her to take me to henrietta to get a desert. we got these amazing looking tortes- z got a chocolate raspberry one and mine was chocolate peanut butter. we ate them then watched finding neverland, which was very good, then went to bed.this morning we ate breakfast with megs and kimmie, then took a walking tour of RIT. i took more pictures- it was a bright sunny day.
no one was out sun. morning, of course, and the gallery was closed, but i saw photos, and we got smothies in the funky coffee shop in the library. def. where i'd hang out if i went to RIT. z picked up a flyer for an antimeat meeting by the RIT vegetarian group, and i encouraged her to ride next week with critcal mass, so she took that one too. bob went with us on the way to the airport, to keep z company on the way back. he's an alright guy, i aprove of him as a suitable rebound. allie and i were really sisterly in our conversations, talking about music, our parents. hanging out with z is so wierd. the cafe showed me a glimpse of the circles i would be in if i was in rochester. we're just such different people- it's not columbia that keeps me from being a greek- that's not my thing no matter where i would be. i imagined rit to be all biotech and IT majors. but i guess i would have been as likely to end up there as anywhere else. but then there's these strange things that are the same- these little habits, words, communications- at this point we are very careful with each other. then there is this huge shared history together- even for the years we didn't talk, we were still talking to our parents and others separately. just having a sister seems to be a new and exciting thing for me.
does this sound dark, disapointed, unenthusiastic? i don't mean for it to. i think when it comes down to it, i had a good time. when i think about all the things that could have gone wrong this weekend, it amazes me. none of them happened. i feel like a person full of cracks, and none of them broke open this weekend. escape, vacation is always good. i got to see and experience everything i wanted to (with the exception of the atomic eggplant) and just about everything lived up to my expections. what more could one ask for?
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