first night on the town

we have had to unload the van every day from early morning until 10ish am.
then, we unload those boxes, break them down, clean up a little, remember that we should eat because that could be why we are feeling so weird.
then unload some more starting around 5pm until we fall over. go to sleep and do it again.

we finished tonight with the couch at 7. people kept walking by saying that we picked the worst week to move (the heat). we just kept saying that we're from god's country...i mean memphis.
showered and left the house on bikes to go to the Avon.

this is a one screen movie theater on Thayer St.
it has an old triangular marquee and it only shows independent films. they serve popcorn and only show at the usual 7 and 9pm shows. we rode over there (to the east side - we're on the west end) near Brown University. it took us 8 minutes on bikes from the front door to the street my school building is on. then we had to walk the bikes up the steep hill to the landing and then rode the rest of the way. i am proud to say i rode up the first stretch of the hill!!!!! matt's bike fell apart (slightly) on his way up and couldn't slip the chain into the gear to go up the hill. so we walked. i was fine with it.

we went in to the urban outfitters to say hi to katie, a girl that matt met through sue, while she was still working.
she met us after we saw A Scanner Darkly.
we walked to a bar close by b/c it was pouring down rain!!!!! cool thunderstorming rain!!!!!
aweful place. horrible music.
(which i am going to try to find one of the songs to send to candace)

hey this is a funny story.
this guy comes and sits down with us when matt goes to the bathroom. he asked if that seat was taken and i told him it would be when matt came back. he asks our names and when i tell him mine, he tells me i am lying to him! he said he had met girls before that gave him fake names.
i told him i could see why. so, when matt comes back he asks him what my name is and he confirms. so then he starts talking about tattoos. i told him he had already fucked up and called me a liar and it wasn't going anywhere. so he sat at the table and talked about south park and isaac hayes, mlk drive in memphis, elvis and three 6 mafia. geez. what a reputation. don't tell a stupid drunk frat boy that you are from memphis. i wasn't being very cordial at first, but he wouldn't leave. he liked matt's tattoos and me and katie just exchanged rolling eyes. she is nice and sweet. it was all in good fun and we said goodnight to his gang and left on our bikes.

at least it made for a good story.

mapquest said 3 miles from my apartment to school, but it took 8 minutes.

all in all, this was good times. good for stories. good town to ride bikes. lots of hills.
now it's 2am and i am still awake.
time to sleep and get up and do it again. right?
that is what we do.