One Pretty Pony (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} thatwhichiwas) wrote,@ 2008-09-02 16:16:00 |
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Glitter&Gold, Seaside, Crash
GLITTER & GOLD
I turned 23. There was a pinata filled with cake. It was kinda of the most amazing day of my life. Gold chains, underwear shopping in the Euro-sicko store with Nichole, cupcakes for breakfast and backyard croquet. "Heather, it's your shot."
We stopped in at Fringe, my vintage job, to pick up some leopard print.
Every hour on the hour a bottle of champagne was popped. Absynthe was circulating. I burned myself in a bubble bath, nude with Johnny.
Nichole threw everyone out, thank god. Because Liz was crying. Nicko was blacked-out enough to scold himself in that bathtub (which really should have been my golden shower).
The party nearly killed Zachary Rose. The next morning, covered in vomit he says: "What the fuck happened to my shirt?" Me: "Maybe you took it off when you tackled me into the kiddie pool filled with ice."
Seaside
I kidnapped a pal, Tim, around midnight. There was a lot of talk until the last 10 minutes of the ride. Tim passed out, for the better, I guess. There is light when we park on the beach but Indian beach, near Cannon, stays cloudy until 10. I slept off and on, woken once by beach security and othertimes by surfers using the parking lot like a lockerroom.
Around one we walk the shore, looking into tidepools and crashing the background of random asians photos.
We drive to seaside afterwards. Ate some mexican food and visited the aquarium. The seals are real bitches. They splash if you don't feed them the pussy* (as in pUss not pusE) little fish they give you at the ticket booth. Each of the seals know a trick for attention, translating into slapping their fat or making obnoxious sounds. Tim nearly poked an octopus; he bought a mood ring.
The boardwalk has my favorite arcade game, the Simpsons, I play as Lisa but don't make it to the second world. After skeeball and ticket cash outs, we get some taffee, and play put-put golf. I walk away from the most brilliant american hoodie because I could not decide if it should have space dolphins, eagles or horses with lightning.
We checked some galleries and got the fuck out.
Crash
I'm drinking Baby Elephants at some Tiki bar on 28th & Broadway. Everyone, mostly whom suck, decide they need karaoke.
I get in my car. Try to flip a u-turn and ram a Broadway Taxi. Fuck. fuck. FUCK!
The guy gets out of his car, we check to see if one another are ok, then we never speak again. I go eat candy in my car until the police come.
They shut down Broadway for about an hour. Some firemen come and kick debree. "Hey, don't tamper with evidence." I say.
Some cops get all the info and say they won't investigate. (wow thanks!) The cab company comes to take pictures and Elyse and I pretend to be corpses in the car.
A group of spectators are outside staring, so I go over and try to use the situation as a pick up line. "I just crashed my car, do you find that sexy?"
Afterwards, I try to sell the cops paintings out of my car/gallery. They don't go for it, instead discuss their love for Godard.
We get a toe and I go home and order pizza.
I turned 23. There was a pinata filled with cake. It was kinda of the most amazing day of my life. Gold chains, underwear shopping in the Euro-sicko store with Nichole, cupcakes for breakfast and backyard croquet. "Heather, it's your shot."
We stopped in at Fringe, my vintage job, to pick up some leopard print.
Every hour on the hour a bottle of champagne was popped. Absynthe was circulating. I burned myself in a bubble bath, nude with Johnny.
Nichole threw everyone out, thank god. Because Liz was crying. Nicko was blacked-out enough to scold himself in that bathtub (which really should have been my golden shower).
The party nearly killed Zachary Rose. The next morning, covered in vomit he says: "What the fuck happened to my shirt?" Me: "Maybe you took it off when you tackled me into the kiddie pool filled with ice."
I kidnapped a pal, Tim, around midnight. There was a lot of talk until the last 10 minutes of the ride. Tim passed out, for the better, I guess. There is light when we park on the beach but Indian beach, near Cannon, stays cloudy until 10. I slept off and on, woken once by beach security and othertimes by surfers using the parking lot like a lockerroom.
Around one we walk the shore, looking into tidepools and crashing the background of random asians photos.
We drive to seaside afterwards. Ate some mexican food and visited the aquarium. The seals are real bitches. They splash if you don't feed them the pussy* (as in pUss not pusE) little fish they give you at the ticket booth. Each of the seals know a trick for attention, translating into slapping their fat or making obnoxious sounds. Tim nearly poked an octopus; he bought a mood ring.
The boardwalk has my favorite arcade game, the Simpsons, I play as Lisa but don't make it to the second world. After skeeball and ticket cash outs, we get some taffee, and play put-put golf. I walk away from the most brilliant american hoodie because I could not decide if it should have space dolphins, eagles or horses with lightning.
We checked some galleries and got the fuck out.
I'm drinking Baby Elephants at some Tiki bar on 28th & Broadway. Everyone, mostly whom suck, decide they need karaoke.
I get in my car. Try to flip a u-turn and ram a Broadway Taxi. Fuck. fuck. FUCK!
The guy gets out of his car, we check to see if one another are ok, then we never speak again. I go eat candy in my car until the police come.
They shut down Broadway for about an hour. Some firemen come and kick debree. "Hey, don't tamper with evidence." I say.
Some cops get all the info and say they won't investigate. (wow thanks!) The cab company comes to take pictures and Elyse and I pretend to be corpses in the car.
A group of spectators are outside staring, so I go over and try to use the situation as a pick up line. "I just crashed my car, do you find that sexy?"
Afterwards, I try to sell the cops paintings out of my car/gallery. They don't go for it, instead discuss their love for Godard.
We get a toe and I go home and order pizza.
