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What follows are the journal entries I wrote on my trip. I hope you enjoy.
Thursday-Friday
Left at approximately 2:00 p.m. Drove to Austin with Kristin and John. 'Twas a good time. Traffic was heavy, but bearable. Got to Emo's, waited for 2+ hours. Not bad with Jim Jim's water-ice, though. (water ice = wonderful frozen treat) Doors opened so we could wait another hour inside. Chase Pagan opened the night. Highly enjoyable, and I recommend the guy. Then Say Anything played. Great as usual. They had a longer set, which made me happy. Though right at the stage (good), I had a girl who was the size of three of me directly behind me pelvic-thrusting me in the anus (bad). Armor For Sleep played. Again, they put on a great show. We then left, missing Recover, so I could make it back to Angelo in time for my flight. I drove to just outside of Austin, then started falling asleep. We changed drivers, then I slept the whole way back. I got home at four, then stayed awake so I wouldn't miss my flight. I packed everything up, then headed off. My mom seemed sad that I was leaving. I went from San Angelo to Dallas to Philly to New Haven. Much of that is unaccounted for, considering I slept the entire time. Took a cab to the motel and hung out there for a while. I meat two French women who were very attractive. I showed them the southern gentleman in me by helping them with their bags. I never saw them again. I ate at the Parthenon, a southern-ish diner without the kindness. Good food. Then I slept.
Saturday
Woke up late. Caught a cab into downtown New Haven. Yale campus was downtown, so that was cool. I bought two CD's at Cutler's, a record store dating back to the 1950's. I bought a Howard Zinn spoken word album and The Four Tops greatest hits. I wandered around and was asked to join the Marines. No thank you. I like 1. Life. 2. All of my limbs. I got pizza from an Italian guy I couldn't understand. Very good. It was a crazy clash downtown with the large homeless population mixed with the Yale crowd. I went back to the motel. Then I went to the movies alone to see Sideways. The movie was great, and I loved it. My consistent flow of sappy movies/music/reading material puts me in an undesirable mood. I'm dissatisfied. I don't like it. I have all I need. I have my own isolation and it has its benefits. But God, I want someone to read/drink coffee/listen to music/watch movies/do everything with. I'll get over it.
Sunday
Wow. What an Easter. Woke up at 8:15. Retrieved an iron from the front desk. Proceeded to use said iron on a table. Then showered, clothed. I walked in the general direction of of FBC Branford, CT. It being Easter, I was quite dissatisfied with how many people donning suits, ties, and dresses simply turned away, failing to offer a ride. I proceeded to the church to attend Sunday school at 9:45. Due to the sunrise service they had, there was one. I hung out there, and was asked if I wanted to sing along with what was basically a 65+ choir by their effeminate music leader. I read through two songs, both of which I was familiar with. With 10 minutes to the start of the service, I was escorted to the back. I was then given a choir robe. A robe. Royal blue, white around the neck. I felt like the Pope. It seems that this American Baptist church was so hell bent on their tradition that they lost focus, and thus effectiveness. I asked for a ride back to the motel, and was gladly received. I was pleased. I came back to the motel, and watched Fools Rush In--twice. I woke up some hours later, got some shrimp at the Parthenon, then checked movie times. I saw Hitch again. It made me feel alone. I don't want to like her. I've liked her for a long time. For no reason. She hasn't returned my interest. Sure, a couple dates, But nothing beyond idle conversation. I'm seeing her this weekend, and I hope it goes well. Ah, and my return to the motel held quite the surprise. I flipped on the TV and scanned through channels. I landed on the public access channel. The church service which I took part in was on TV. Awesome. A southern boy, 18, joins 65+ choir and lands an "appearance" on public access TV in Connecticut, I love it.
Monday
Woke up late again. Worked on catching a cab, but decided $20 was too expensive. Tried to catch the bus, and ended up waiting 30 minutes in the rain for it. But it was only $1.25. I liked that. I had to walk about four blocks to Toad's Place, the bar which the show was at. I was the first person in line to see Henry Rollins. Dave, a 36 year old Rollins fan, and myself hung out in line for 3+ hours. He did a benefit for the West Memphis Three. (check that stuff out) I'd like to get involved with that. While outside, Rollins showed up. He said hello and commented on a band playing later in the week. My knees were shaking. Rain + cold = worth it for the show. Henry Rollins spoke about 10 feet from me for 2+ hours. He is my hero, in the most childish way I can say that. He provoked me to action and to express myself. It was amazing to see him life. I left there with little money in my pocket and even less in the bank. Uh oh. Dave gave me a ride to the motel. I then slept with a happy heart.
Tuesday
Ate cheesecake for breakfast. My flight from New Haven to Philly was delayed. To catch the flight to Dallas, I had to run to the terminal. Then I waited for the plane to leave from there to San Angelo as I wrote that.
I had an amazing time by myself, and would love to do it again. I saw Henry Rollins speak, and that was as good as it could get. Goodnight.
Thursday-Friday
Left at approximately 2:00 p.m. Drove to Austin with Kristin and John. 'Twas a good time. Traffic was heavy, but bearable. Got to Emo's, waited for 2+ hours. Not bad with Jim Jim's water-ice, though. (water ice = wonderful frozen treat) Doors opened so we could wait another hour inside. Chase Pagan opened the night. Highly enjoyable, and I recommend the guy. Then Say Anything played. Great as usual. They had a longer set, which made me happy. Though right at the stage (good), I had a girl who was the size of three of me directly behind me pelvic-thrusting me in the anus (bad). Armor For Sleep played. Again, they put on a great show. We then left, missing Recover, so I could make it back to Angelo in time for my flight. I drove to just outside of Austin, then started falling asleep. We changed drivers, then I slept the whole way back. I got home at four, then stayed awake so I wouldn't miss my flight. I packed everything up, then headed off. My mom seemed sad that I was leaving. I went from San Angelo to Dallas to Philly to New Haven. Much of that is unaccounted for, considering I slept the entire time. Took a cab to the motel and hung out there for a while. I meat two French women who were very attractive. I showed them the southern gentleman in me by helping them with their bags. I never saw them again. I ate at the Parthenon, a southern-ish diner without the kindness. Good food. Then I slept.
Saturday
Woke up late. Caught a cab into downtown New Haven. Yale campus was downtown, so that was cool. I bought two CD's at Cutler's, a record store dating back to the 1950's. I bought a Howard Zinn spoken word album and The Four Tops greatest hits. I wandered around and was asked to join the Marines. No thank you. I like 1. Life. 2. All of my limbs. I got pizza from an Italian guy I couldn't understand. Very good. It was a crazy clash downtown with the large homeless population mixed with the Yale crowd. I went back to the motel. Then I went to the movies alone to see Sideways. The movie was great, and I loved it. My consistent flow of sappy movies/music/reading material puts me in an undesirable mood. I'm dissatisfied. I don't like it. I have all I need. I have my own isolation and it has its benefits. But God, I want someone to read/drink coffee/listen to music/watch movies/do everything with. I'll get over it.
Sunday
Wow. What an Easter. Woke up at 8:15. Retrieved an iron from the front desk. Proceeded to use said iron on a table. Then showered, clothed. I walked in the general direction of of FBC Branford, CT. It being Easter, I was quite dissatisfied with how many people donning suits, ties, and dresses simply turned away, failing to offer a ride. I proceeded to the church to attend Sunday school at 9:45. Due to the sunrise service they had, there was one. I hung out there, and was asked if I wanted to sing along with what was basically a 65+ choir by their effeminate music leader. I read through two songs, both of which I was familiar with. With 10 minutes to the start of the service, I was escorted to the back. I was then given a choir robe. A robe. Royal blue, white around the neck. I felt like the Pope. It seems that this American Baptist church was so hell bent on their tradition that they lost focus, and thus effectiveness. I asked for a ride back to the motel, and was gladly received. I was pleased. I came back to the motel, and watched Fools Rush In--twice. I woke up some hours later, got some shrimp at the Parthenon, then checked movie times. I saw Hitch again. It made me feel alone. I don't want to like her. I've liked her for a long time. For no reason. She hasn't returned my interest. Sure, a couple dates, But nothing beyond idle conversation. I'm seeing her this weekend, and I hope it goes well. Ah, and my return to the motel held quite the surprise. I flipped on the TV and scanned through channels. I landed on the public access channel. The church service which I took part in was on TV. Awesome. A southern boy, 18, joins 65+ choir and lands an "appearance" on public access TV in Connecticut, I love it.
Monday
Woke up late again. Worked on catching a cab, but decided $20 was too expensive. Tried to catch the bus, and ended up waiting 30 minutes in the rain for it. But it was only $1.25. I liked that. I had to walk about four blocks to Toad's Place, the bar which the show was at. I was the first person in line to see Henry Rollins. Dave, a 36 year old Rollins fan, and myself hung out in line for 3+ hours. He did a benefit for the West Memphis Three. (check that stuff out) I'd like to get involved with that. While outside, Rollins showed up. He said hello and commented on a band playing later in the week. My knees were shaking. Rain + cold = worth it for the show. Henry Rollins spoke about 10 feet from me for 2+ hours. He is my hero, in the most childish way I can say that. He provoked me to action and to express myself. It was amazing to see him life. I left there with little money in my pocket and even less in the bank. Uh oh. Dave gave me a ride to the motel. I then slept with a happy heart.
Tuesday
Ate cheesecake for breakfast. My flight from New Haven to Philly was delayed. To catch the flight to Dallas, I had to run to the terminal. Then I waited for the plane to leave from there to San Angelo as I wrote that.
I had an amazing time by myself, and would love to do it again. I saw Henry Rollins speak, and that was as good as it could get. Goodnight.