Thursday, June 29th.

July 1, 2006

Thursday, June 29th

10am.

I get the feeling something crazy is going to happen today.

Birthday. Work. Busy, busy, busy. Trying to take Friday off. Need to complete shit load of work to take Friday off before long holiday weekend. Running around with my head cut off. Tired as shit from the drunken night before.

12:04pm.

Lunch consisted of leftover Mexican food from two nights ago. Had to stop home to retrieve it from my otherwise bare fridge. Wondering if I was early enough to happen upon strange cryptic gift Moira was going to leave in my apartment. Nothing there. Leave. Back to work.

Running around. Completing tasks. Driving, stopping, driving with the windows down because it's humid as a motherfucker. Something's going to happen today, I can feel it, the air is strangling me. Stop at building on Blackstone Boulevard. Get out of car, grab shit on passenger side door, head up to 3rd floor apartment. Windows open, car unlocked. Exhausted.

15 minutes later, leave apartment. Walk outside, look for car, not there. Feel for keys, not there. Look for car not there. Feel for keys, still not there. Fuck. Call police, need licence plate or VIN number. Huh? Call AAA for numbers. No luck. Call insurance company for numbers, retrieve VIN. Call police. File report. FUCK, FUCK, FUCK. Call work. Call friends. Look for cigarettes. Realize they're in my car. DAMN. Wait for cop. Talk to cop. Answer questions from cop about rent prices in building. What!? Walk back to office, can't focus. Thinking about all the things in car: CDs, book, pillow, keys, wiffle ball bat, souvenir spoon from Block Island given to me three years ago, keys...keys? ....Shit. Wonder how I'll be able to get in my apartment? Remember I left Moira spare set to leave strange cryptic gift in my apartment. Phew. Worry about that later.

5:30pm.

Finish tasks, work, done. Sign a witness statement. Tired. Walk to Runce to meet Kim and Mike. Going to dinner. Thinking about having to say goodbye. Thinking about going to AS220 at 9pm. Thinking about taking a nap at home before going to AS220 at 9pm.

Kim gives me card she forgets to write in. Waitress serves a dish of flaming cheese at the restaurant. Mike drives to Hudson street. Drops Kim off so she and Dave can get to his brothers birthday party. What? Okay. They say their goodbyes. Thinking about having to say goodbye there and then and walking home. Mike needs to use my bathroom. You can't wait till you get home? Says he can try to help me get in my apartment. Okay. Building door left open. Walk upstairs. Look for key under magazines where I left it for Moira. Not there. Shit. Don't try to open door. Think to call Moira to see if she still has the key. Mike knocks on the door. Are you expecting my butler to open the door!?! Phone is ringing. Hear lock inside apartment click. What? Is the dude who stole my car looting my apartment? Is Moira in there? Is this whole thing a big birthday prank? Is it a surprise? Too many thoughts. Tired. Confused. The door begins to open. A little freaked. Back up and get into ninja stance. Be prepared to throw down if necessary. Door opens. Pushed into apartment. People, shouting, water being squirted in my face and eyes. Ushered into kitchen. Say something about my car being in there? A cake burning. Noise, people. Singing? Finally beginning to compose myself, realize what the hell is going on.

Eat cake, drink beer. See streamers and balloons. Sandra did my dishes. Bed is unmade. Beer in my (now) otherwise completely empty fridge. No embarrassing S M shit hanging on the walls of my apartment. That's good. (C'mon Rob, what do you take me for?)

AS220. More people, more drinking, more cake. Is that Fudgie the Whale?! Cacti, plastic whales, beer, heatfelt cards. Overwhelmed but drunk and happy.

After party. (This I leave to your imagination, knowing the kind of people we are I'm sure you can pretty much figure it out). Act like idiots, but have fun doing it.

All the clues and lies come out, putting pieces of the puzzle together, things are beginning to make sense....but still, I wonder, where the fuck is my car!?!

Regardless. Awesome time, the best of friends. Missed those who could not be there. Thanks Rob and Sandra. Thanks Mike and Kim. Thanks to everyone who played a role and came out to help me celebrate. I love you all.

What occured.

(Comments:)
dood u rock you have the lightest spirit of all of my friends, hands down. take that as an amazing complement. we are the world, make it a better place.

oh, and i know about how you got naked and acted a fool. i think the whole city knows by now.
Posted by stump on Saturday, July 01, 2006 at 3:03 AM
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sweet... i knew i wasn't the only one who gets naked and acts a fool. thanks bry.

you get a kudo for it!
Posted by Mike Sperduti and the Invisible on Friday, July 21, 2006 at 2:06 PM
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well said, man. well said.

what the fuck occured.

(oh, tell me what cds are gone. maybe i can burn some replacements.)
Posted by robert on Saturday, July 01, 2006 at 7:51 AM
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WHA the fuck occurrrrd

naked naked naked PARTY

tack on some drunken-ass-diving-board-cracking poolparty antics, a g&t fueled beach trip capped off by scrabble and a night at the hot club and an idea of the first HALF of 4th weekend 06 shall occur.

but the question remains... By who power?
Posted by MajorStars on Monday, July 03, 2006 at 1:37 AM
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