My plan was going to get pleasantly stoned and post up in some corner with one or two new friends. This was the a plan for a bar scenario. When I found myself in a line with an hour-plus wait-time surrounded by bros in button-downs and girls in clingy dresses doing that wavy, sailor walk in their high heels I realized that this was a club. A club for yuppies. These kids were young, urban professionals out on the town after a week of going to an office. They went to school to learn how to do practical things. Their life goals and reference frames seemed alien to me.
My sick delirium coupled with the weed made everything fascinating and funny. I talked with a girl about why she has no interest in veganism (she likes meat. The End.); I listened to a guy semi-derisively namedrop Bruno Mars to a bunch of ladies; a guy with a perfectly manicured beard came up to his friends in line and pulled out beer bottles from his pockets and said, "Now this is how you wait in line, boys" as people gazed in awe of his ingenuity; I heard a guy get out of a cab saying, "My quote in the New York Tines was, 'One thing people don't understand is playing a college sport is a full-time job.'" I thought about how my life choices had decisively set me on a completely different path in a completely different sphere from these people and I was happy to spend some time soaking in their culture.
After a half an hour of waiting one of my cousins came out and led a group to a different bar where I got to give him my cousinly love and, I fear, my sickness. He bought me a Shirley Temple before I could think straight to buy him a drink and I peaced out home in a cottony fog through which I played the first side of Quicksilver Messenger Service's Happy Trails, one of my favorite pieces of recorded music of all time.
This morning I woke up feeling a million times better. Lucid and decongested. Max made huevos rancheros and the house listened to Enya. I'm having some thoughts about art and music that need calming. I think it's contingent on meeting the right people here who are on the same wavelength I am. But I'm resolved to take a day out and about before the week starts, just as I'm resolved to keep my career insecurities out of this blog. So I'm off the folk art museum (it's free today!) and then to Audrey's for a Southern potluck, feeling happy to be recovered and taking this new LA life one day at a time.
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