Sleepwalking in Silver Lake
06 July 2009 at 3:42 pm

Here's a tip: if I'm dancing in public, I am drunk.

We fucking missed The New Pornographers, which was disappointing but not heartbreaking. Tegan and Sara were cute and funny (the lesbians were adorably obsessed with them), Death Cab was amazing as usual, and there were fireworks at the end, which was so perfect because I spent the 4th with a pint of nonfat frozen yogurt (the Trader Joe's kind, which you MUST PURCHASE IMMEDIATELY) and season one of 30 Rock: perfection on so many levels.

The Hollywood Bowl is pretty fantastic, not least of all because you're all but encouraged to bring in your own fun instead of paying $8 for a Coors or something, gross! We brought boozey fruit and three bottles of champagne, the better to celebrate the beginning of Sam's birthday week, along with the peanut butter and jelly cupcakes I had made earlier that day to conclude our dinner of Camembert and prosciutto (which I also wrapped around the boozey cantalope in a moment of delicious drunken genius).

Sam's friend insisted I go out with them rather than drive back to Santa Barbara that night, and I was dancing like a fucking idiot the minute I walked in the door. My wallet was buried somewhere in the mountain of bags we had brought to the bowl (we walked into the bar, each carrying giant Ikea totes full of pillows and empty tupperware), but there was somehow always a drink in my hand whether I wanted it or not (hint: I did). It was the 1:45am shot of Jameson that obliterated me: not recommended.

Like an asshat, I was texting the boy all day and all night, but this is a good thing because it means I didn't drunkdial him, and folks, I was in prime drunkdialing mode. Fortunately, texting proved to be too arduous a task to say anything regrettable, and I think it's better to have a paper trail for these sorts of things in case there's anything that necessitates an apology, further explanation, or on the offchance I've made some sort of commitment. Apparently, we made a date for tonight. Good to know!

Oh, and I sleptwalked for the first time! It was so exciting! I woke up fiddling with the lock on Sam's door, when she woke up and asked what I was doing. I crawled back into bed and I think I said something like, "Please know that it made complete sense in my dream" before promptly passing out. What a weirdo.


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About me
Hi. Morgan, 27, of Santa Barbara, CA. I am a hypocritical admirer of rhetoric (when it is my own) and an observer of literary trends. A secret: I don't take anything very seriously, and that includes myself.