the world has turned and left me here

my dean moriarty

A crazy time with Jake last night. Jake was my roommate from freshman year and is the closest thing I have to Sal Paradise's Dean Moriarty. We went to bars and ended up at the Spigot, where I started talking to this very cute blonde girl named Emily, the cutest girl in the bar and there alone (amazing). She turned out to be real cool & listened to the same kind of music I do i.e. metal & alternative. She's in security at the Lincoln Airport, and told us some funny stories about the kind of things she's found in people's suitcases, and how embarassed they somtimes get. According to her businesswomen carried the worst stuff.

She was stranded so Jake & I gave her a ride home in the vanagon. Jake started freestyle walking on the way to the parking garage, and then suddenly he was doing stuntman somersaults into the shrubbery. This stopped when he somersaulted into a rose bush.

Well anyway on the way back Emily saw her ex of about 2 weeks, and he passed by without hardly saying anything, so she was all upset & pissed at the male race. Jake, who broke up with his serious girlfriend about a month ago, was pissed at the female race. So the net result was that they started beating the crap out of each other brother-and-sister-like, and kept this up the entire ride back to her apartment, ricocheting around the back of the van and rocking the thing. I saw her punch him in the face a couple times and there was nothing friendly about it.

We said goodbye to Emily and moved on. We went to his sister's apt., but didn't know the number. Standing outside Jake told me about a police scene that was all over the local news that happened right on that very spot, they captured an escapee from the pen who was dumb enough to try to buy a gun off two dudes, and tell them he was the guy who had just escaped from prison. When he walked to the gas station to get a copy of yesterday's paper with his picture all over it, to prove it, they called the cops. How dumb can you be good grief.

Ended up at Claremont apts. where we searched for apt. 6 but ended up walking into another party. Bunch of dudes and a couple girls sitting around listening to Frank Sinatra. Ten posters in the living room, all black-and-white. Some drunk guy with a John Deere hat. Kind of a fratmosphere minus the frat. When we tried to leave this belligerent dude yelled at us that we had to stay. Jake walked up to him, shook his hand and said "that's the best haircut I've ever seen man," and with that we left.

We returned to another party we had passed earlier. Jake and I got into a big discussion that ultimately turned religious, so there we were at 5 am in the morning groping with big unsolvable questions on these people's porch.

Jake was practically falling asleep standing up when we got into the van and I drove him home. I kept having to shake him awake to get directions out of him, which were some of them complete dream state nonsense. But we got there okay, and then he had to smuggle me into his house so I could relieve myself, careful not to be seen by his (understandably) cranky mother who had to let him in the front door. I got home at 6 am as Drew & the Minnesota mountain bike team were rousing themselves from the floor for today's bike race.