Lumas 15, 27.

COMMENTS:
- The Short Run Down.
- Friday. Returned up North with fliers for my performance art project this week (tomorrow and Thursday); Buick City Blues. I dropped them off at the Neo-Futurarium, Women and Children First, Kopi, Left-Handed Books, and Metropolis. I was going to drop them off at Café Boost, but Café Boost is no more. On the way home, I stopped at Dominics and procured party supplies. Since this one was BYOB, it didn’t break the bank. We got an abundance of pop and snacks. Back home, Sam and I indulged in a cleaning binge, and I headed down to the beach for a few minutes. Nobody was there though, since it was cold and the weather turned scary. People began showing up to the party around ten. It was a small gathering, by our standards; we probably topped out at under twenty, but still ran to about three in the morning, with Sky, Coral, Jess, Libby, and Amber staying the night.
- Saturday. When we were finally awake and de-creaky, we wandered down to the diner-type on the corner of Thorndale and Broadway. I was going to be adventurous, but opted for a corned-beef omelet. Jess and I didn’t make it down to Hyde Park until after five, especially given the frustrating (and unadvertised) rerouting of key bus lines. The evening was more relaxed; we watched an episode of Monk and Jess fixed us turkey burgers for dinner. Later, we returned downtown (with the same, now expected complications) to see SonicVision at Adler with the same crowd we’d “brunched” with. I’d hoped SonicVision would resonate like my earlier planetarium visits (see the last dozen or so posts), but the show clocked in at about a half-hour, and instead of the show and music serving each other, the songs were a jumbled medley of two minute snippets. Still, the intro, featuring digital equalizer lines pulsing skyward as Radiohead’s Everything in its Right Place chimed in.
- Sunday, our luck started to turn. I went to church (for the first time in about a month), and Jess and I did have a very nice picnic out on the Point, but the fireworks downtown, which we’d so enjoyed last year, were a bomb in all sorts of ways. First, getting downtown was an absolute nightmare. #6 buses, four deep, waded along the Stevenson and up State at a crawl, before we finally got off to walk from 14th. From there we delved into the belly of the Taste, which was bad and rancid, thousands thick, like some bloated and exhausted mob. I normally like a huge crowd, but this was overwhelming, and Jess and I both staggered out as quickly as we could. From there, we were pressed for time trying to make our way to Adler. We looked for our friends, but were also hampered by the fact that the fireworks started ten minutes early. In the end, we huddled down alone on the bottom of the concrete causeway, with the flies and spiders, while six feet above us, a man drunkenly belted, “1995! Stay alive!” and trying to sell pot to anyone who staggered within his range. Moments after the show (both of them) had wrapped up, we discovered that Jess was without her cel phone. It had been picked up. As we’d discover, the people who picked it up were unwilling to return it, despite the fact that it would only be deactivated, and thereby, useless… we found our friends, just as they were engaging two young bucks in verbal repartee, and following the deliberate collision of glass bottle with concrete breaker, an actual scuffle (broken up by two bike-wielding CPD). Getting back home wasn’t bad. It was still a lousy night.
- Monday redeemed things somewhat. I made Jess lunch (more turkey burgers) then rode the bus and train back home and spent the next ten hours working on wedding and financial aid and writing. This was interrupted first by Sean, who dropped by for his Billy Corgan tic, and hung around for over an hour, and later by Sam, who made up for eating my pizza by making us stir-fry. Later, with fireworks echoing in the canyons of the high-rises, we went up on the roof to launch a few mortars of our own, then down to the drizzly, foggy, shrouded lake to inspect the carboard and burning remnants of Indiana’s finest. I went home and wrote and reminisced, and at 3 AM, I called it a night.
- This morning I woke up with the worst headache I’ve ever head. It’s slowly gotten better, though.

QUESTION OF THE DAY
So, how was your weekend?

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