I'll always be grateful for that time when you died, and you donated your face to science, and they transplanted your face onto my head.
Oh, wait, that was some French lady.
I played spin the bottle for the first time in my life at your house. It was great. I got to see some hot boy-on-boy action, kiss you really really shyly, get attacked by some admiring girls, and kiss that friend of yours with the pretty tattoos. Good times.
Posing in front of the Redbones Truck and bitching about glare.
2005-12-06 12:09 am (UTC)
driving on west cliff in your little car —what was that car, it was a hybrid if i recall, you were so ahead of the times- it was gray anyway. mazzy star was playing, it was at night, and i remember hearing the sound of the surf (the windows were down) and talking to you and smelling the ocean and feeling really good. i have no idea where we were going, i have no idea where we were coming from, i just remember the smells and the sound and your passenger seat.
hi, i'll be in NYC soon for a visit. ; ))
Do you remember getting in the trunk of Fuzzy Alouicious because there was surround sound in there, turning Ben Folds' Cigarette song on and curling up all cozy while we listened to it over and over and over again til we almost fell asleep?
... in the girl's dorm parking lot... yes. a very clear and warm memory. i actually think of that often.
It's how I explain you when you come up in conversation. "My friend John from college - we used to hang in the trunk of my car and listen to music." :o)
i also remember making out with you on tabor dr and you getting upset with me for leaning "on" you.
LOL! Do you remember almost getting slapped for trying to kiss me on top of the water tower that first time? Or how about the time we went camping and went back to the dorms to get as many blankets and pillows as we could find and a big boom box that ran on batteries so we could listen to CD's and feel like royalty in our tent. Heh. Kinda miss those times some days.
'twas fun puttin the moves on you. ; )
i can't remember where we went camping... was it over break?
I don't remember where it was either, I think maybe up near Ben Lomond. We went with my friends Christy and Christin...
Thinking about the water tower makes me smile. You were so into being the newest little mack on campus, and I was fresh new prey. Oh, how they warned me! I had to slap you for the honor of Bethany women everywhere. :o) Ah, I should have had you way back then when you were innocent and pure, a sweetly flirtatious musical genius. Would I have been your first? THAT would have been a distinction worth bragging about!! :o) How are you these days, my friend? I kind of hoped I might see you last time you were in town, but I never heard back from you.
big basin? i remember they went into their tent... and you started to stress out.
yup. until i was 21.
i wanted to visit too... but it didn't work for several reasons i won't go into. ; )) i should make another trip.
we tended to get into arguements... probably 72% mutual stubborness / 28% sexual tension.
Oh yeah! Big Basin...that was it. I was a bit of an emotional oddball back then, wasn't I? I took everything soooo seriously and had no concept whatsoever of sexual freedom. I guess growing up in a cult tends to have that effect. Yes I think we were mutually stubborn and sexually tense, but I was also purposely obstinate for reasons I'm still trying to figure out. It's why I still find myself playing devil's advocate to something I don't even believe in just because I can and looking back later and wondering what possessed me to ever defend that position. Also, I think our personal continuity/velocity was vastly more different than we even realized at the time. I remember feeling really stodgy around you alot because you flitted from idea to idea so quickly it made my head spin. It could be little bewildering at times. But mostly I like to remember the pixielike spontaneity and naughty little giggle that keeps me fond of you no matter how many years, miles or arguments are between us. Oh, God! I'm getting all poetical and shit. I swear these damn holidays get me every time...
If you do take another trip, let me know. I'm living in Monterey now. We could mosey on down to Big Sur and soak up some genuwine hippie magic. :o)
Oh, and you should prolly give me your number again, cuz I lost it.
woo woo! 857.928.4850
i just visited joel and rose. joel is moving back to cali in a few days.