not even on roller skates
i don't think 'careening' is exactly the right word. it's not an entirely perfect description. i do think it comes close. saturday was one of those days that just lasted a long time and by the end of it, i was ready for a solid sleep. is careening something you can do without a car? specifically, i'm referring to my walk between luxx and the rock star bar. at no point did i actually stretch my arms to the sides and pretend I was an airplane, but in retrospect, it sure feels like that's how i navigated the trip from one part of williamsburg to the next.
i think my ears are still ringing today (or maybe that's the incessant whine of this computer). after seeing the wall of sound that is skywave at luxx, i gathered my wits (disappointed they didn't play one or two more songs). wth my digital camera tucked into my pocket, i whirled out of the bar and headed west. i was on a quest for pizza and in a hurry to get to my next destination.
a left on bedford. no sign of pizza...but there were a few open delis. i stopped in one, thinking it would be the last option for finding food. in my drunk and quite buzzed state i asked for a roast beef sandwich. no bread. i needed food. i hadn't eaten since the fourth or fifth inning of the mets game. thinking perhaps too quickly, i surrendered to my sugar loving interests. i bought a pack of hostess cupcakes (for $.50!) and i was out the door. by the time i got to the rock star bar i was on a sugar high. i think. i must have been. but i honestly can't tell. i've never gotten any sort of sugar high before. processed sugar is like water for me. but i couldn't sit still at the show. the only thing that kept me focused when the spectators finally went on was the picture taking.
yeah. lots of careening and whirling on saturday night.