In two days, Nora will be here. I can't wait. Her band Bird Names, fave fun band of Chicago, are playing down the street from where I play home. Which is the long route to:
BIRD NAMES AT ECHO CURIO HERE IN LA ON TUES THE 24th.
PLEASE COME SEE THEM IF YOU ARE AN LA BASED PERSON, THEY ARE FULL OF DELIGHT AND ENERGY.
Nora will be there, playing drums. I will be there crying with excitement.
I did a dumb thing last night, something I knew better about and managed to stave off for the last seven weeks. I looked at pictures of my friends and life back home. I wondered when I will go home. I've been avoiding that. But once I looked at the pictures, there was not a thing I didn't miss. Marcus Garvey Burgers from Soul Veg. Animals. My bike. All my deeply weird and funny and stinky friends. Books I had checked out from the library and was in the middle of. Intersections. All the bike punks with U-lock outlines worn into their back pockets. How fucking loud it is all the time. I miss how when you walk down the street in Chicago, you are expected to say hello to people and if they have a dog, say "hi puppy", compliment their dog or asks it's name (at least!). On the park trail here in LA, people react to that question as if I'd just asked if they birthed their dog vaginally.
Posted by Jessica at June 22, 2008 08:26 PM
But soon NoNo will be here and we can talk about last summer, when she started wearing her underwear over her clothes and it won't matter that I don;t know any dogs names.