pride

i am posting. take note.

so living in ev has been fun so far. we've gone to popscene and out to eat, had movie night in house and a trip to san francisco for the pride parade. everything is starting to look up, not to mention i have a newfound confidence in our ability to keep in touch winter quarter when we're all in different housing. junior year, i'll come study at your place because i can't concentrate while my weird roommate has her human sacrifice ceremonies or something, and you'll eat at lag when you're trying to be masochistic and down to earth.

other than that, nothing special has happened in my life or in this creepily quiet building. but i will indulge you with a few short stories from earlier this week, seeing as i usually bore you with my daily anecdotes anyway, like some senile old man in a convalescent home.

the first funny thing that happened was i was with this really hot guy in the elevator as i was moving my boxes in. i was all impressive with my heavy lifting skillz and skimpy athletic clothes and he had strangely pretty hands. i thought it was set, began to picture what our little mulatto hypothetical babies would look like, when i realized that everyone in these damn apartments is married, and probably even has children. real children. i have since come to believe that he is gay and has already adopted two dreadful kids with his partner, just so that it wouldn’t have worked out anyway.

the second funny moment occurred as dina and i were headed out to do errands the other day. we waited for the elevator to come to our floor and as it pulled up we heard an animated conversation inside. when the door slid open and we stepped in the couple, presumably married, stopped their talking immediately and all was quiet on the awkward ride down as dina and i exchanged looks. when we got off i followed her to the laundry room where her clothes were and said, casually,

“dina, you know what i was just thinking?”
“i bet i was thinking the exact same thing.”
“that everyone in this building probably thinks we’re a lesbian couple?”
“that’s is exactly what i was thinking.”
“hmm. okay. bye, honey. see you later.”
“bye, darling.”

i cannot believe we didn’t think of that before. and it’s especially funny when we go running together in our matching outfits.

love *manda