(‘5 MAY 1862’:)
(‘mexican army’ defeats ‘french army’ @ “battle of puebla”)
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*2015*
tuesday
*2014*
@ the mount’s motel…no way to celebrate…
*2013*
what a wild 24 hours…
abandoned my “lift-off!” recording ’round 6:30pm after “russian mark” (michael rolland II) finally called me up…this time “mark” is ukranian (not jewish)…his last name is chock-full of consonants…i didn’t have any “dress pants” so i told him he needed to lend me some navy blue dress pants…unfortunately he is shorter and skinnier than me…took me a long time to figure out where “wilf hall” was (turned out to be near the frist campus center while the google maps led me to the other side of washington street)…nobody seemed to know where the damn “wilf hall” was…he was having dinner at his eating club “the colonial”…he had $150 worth of dope and acid in his room (but he wouldn’t let me smoke any of the dope)…he claimed that he didn’t even smoke dope (and had nothing to smoke it with) but he just picked it up along with the 4 tabs of acid “for his friend”…
he gave me two bracelets in order to gain admittance to the club…it turned out that he was supposed to clear “guests” (and pay $200) beforehand but he figured i’d be fine…the bouncer let me in and i stored my guitar behind the club’s bar…then we ate dinner under the outdoor tent (before they took the food away)…by now it was nearing 9pm…then i began drinking from the open bar (i’d already drank half the 40oz / vodka pint that day)…i started off with a “tequila sunrise” (tequila / creme de cassis / lime juice / soda water) before moving onto my usual gin and tonics…i didn’t even need to tip the bartenders…only downside was that the bar seemed to have run out of a lot of ingredients (i tried ordering the drink “specials” on the menu but they couldn’t make them)…mark didn’t even drink (he claimed to have come from a long line of ukrainian alcoholics)…
a few gin and tonics (and several shots) later, i was ready to look for a mate…the first girl i fixated on was a brunette sophomore who complimented me on my hair…after a cursory conversation, i decided to sign up for a karaoke performance (the usual “oh! darling”)…the club was primarily made up of asians (and they love their karaoke!)…as i signed up, i chatted up a busty black chick named “miriam pearsall” (with her black girlfriend “olivia”)…she was another member of the club…moving right along, i got back in touch with mark…with his help, i was introduced to “kelsey janke”, a sexy blonde princeton senior (originally from cave creek, arizona)…a member of the princeton volleyball team (though not particularly tall)…speaker of spanish / portuguese / (and learning german)…majoring in “ecology and evolutionary biology” (EEB)…recently came back from a study abroad program in panama…single…she wouldn’t drink a gin and tonic with me (she opted for a more “girly” drink from the drunk flamboyant male bartender)…we chatted for awhile before stepping outside the tent…i played her (and several male hanger-ons) songs on the acoustic guitar…she seemed suitably impressed (just like when i’d sing the karaoke songs so forcefully that the voice carried over the speakers while inside the tent)…there didn’t seem to be many cigarette smokers there, so i ended up smoking a pipe with two other guys…then i went back inside the tent to dance with kelsey…things got pretty heavy quickly (though of course she wouldn’t make out with me)…i did get her phone #…(480)467-8002…then she had to go dance with her two “gay best friends”…”christians” in fact…@ midnight, the outdoor party was coming to an end…i asked the chubby karaoke man if i could perform my song but he refused…i ended up being forced to sing neil diamond’s “sweet caroline” (1969) to close out the evening (though i’m not familiar with the song at all)…
then the party progressed to the basement bar…the middle-aged chubby female house manager “kathleen galante” (kgalante@colonialclub.com) stopped me as i proceeded downstairs…she knew that i wasn’t a member (despite my “member bracelet”)…i admitted that i was a “guest” of mark (which led to the big fat white bouncer gleefully ripping the bracelet off my left wrist like some sort of real police officer…once mark arrived (with a plain jane brunette named christina in tow), i was allowed downstairs…i ordered a yuengling from the downstairs bar and continued to flirt with kelsey (despite the presence of her two “gay best friends”)…one of the “gay best friends” (a club member) actually stood up for me when the bouncer again tried booting me out…finally i stepped out to the corridor to phone up mark again (who left bouncing in and out of there)…another bouncer tried kicking me out…he asked to see my driver’s license and then asked the bartender (who was the original bouncer who’d let me in) whether i was allowed downstairs…that bouncer just shrugged his shoulders…so i was kicked out to the street…when mark arrived, he wasn’t able to get me back in…he suggested i play guitar @ frist campus center (which by now was teaming with people)…he went back to christina’s dorm to hook up with her (though they didn’t have sex)…i ended up playing guitar @ the dining hall for a table of black people…they seemed to dig it (as they were all taking videos)…i attempted to walk a busty blonde chick home but her “gay black friend” prevented me from doing so…story of my life…she was the same chick who asked “what drugs i was on” when i finished performing a great rendition of a beatles tune…i bummed a couple cigarettes while walking back to the house ’round 3am…
mark finally called me then and i told him i wanted to drop acid…he was all finished with christina…i turned around and met him @ the back of frist campus center…the security guard who had been eying me down on friday night offered me a complimentary slice of spinach pizza…soon mark and i went back to his dorm and swallowed half a “tab” each…turned out to be a total dud…i didn’t feel a goddamn thing…
at 8:30am, i received a phone call from “keisha”…(646)281-0131…this is the old black woman that claimed to be the foster mother of “erin” (the 20-year-old chick that i hit on @ mccaffrey’s a few weeks ago)…she claimed to need help finding a “room” in princeton…she claimed that she was working in montgomery…i countered that i’d given erin my phone # and she’d never called me…so now why is this old black bitch calling me?…i’ll only take the bad with the good…she claimed that she wasn’t the “foster mother” of erin, just another addict who’d been in the “halfway house” with her…and furthermore, she said she hadn’t spoke to erin all week…she said erin was starting some new job and was moving to her princeton digs soon…i promised to help her out (though i have no intention of doing so)…
mark lent me 2 oxycodone pills (prescribed by his dentist after getting his wisdom teeth taken out)…again he didn’t want to smoke any dope…
@ 10:30am, mark and i made our way to the colonial club brunch…again, the bouncer wouldn’t let me in (the house mother “kathleen” finally said that i could stay “as long as there’s no trouble”)…i ate my brunch and drank my mimosas (there were also “bloody marys” on hand)…flirted with the chubby bartender…more concentrated on the drinking than eating (though i should’ve eaten for free when i had the chance)…sat down with mark and his colonial club friends…started playing guitar in the dining hall until the house mother “kathleen” shut it down (i was interfering with the “mariachi band” they’d hired to play)…asked kathleen if i could play a solo acoustic set for the “lawn party” that afternoon…she checked with the “officers” and told me “no”…some black female “r+b” singer was scheduled to play later that afternoon…drank a coors lite and corona and smoked more from the pipe with my friends from the night before…got a bit excited and spilled fruit punch gatorade all over my pants…my teeth were sore from all the gin and tonics from the night before (which made it rather unpleasant to eat)…said “hi” to kelsey once again but she didn’t seem too thrilled to see me (especially since i was in the same clothes from the night before)…i should probably get a haircut before attempting to talk to young girls (although i received multiple female compliments on the hair…kelsey even ran her fingers through it the night before when she was leaving to dance with her “gay best friends”)…
attempted to re-enter the club to get another beer…this time kathleen told me it was “members only” after noon…some other dweeb told me to “get the fuck out”…so i drank my final beer and walked back to the house…it’s another beautiful day in the neighborhood…everyone is home…mark has his “final sound mixing session” @ 6pm tonight and needs more tracks (although he still won’t take my phone calls)…i’ve got less than half the 40oz / vodka pint left to drink (although i can always pick up more booze)…i ended up falling asleep until 5pm…mama keeps trying to reach me…she sounds worried…
i suppose i’ve reached my “personal limit” on dropbox of 2.5GB (even though i have access to a shared folder of 100GB)…
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