Sunday, June 15, 2008

Neutral Ground

I had to duck under police tape twice to get home. The subway exit closest to my house gets flooded really easily, which I suppose was the reason. But I am immune, because I have new shiny black rubber boots and I couldn't be happier. It was also of course fun to feel like a renegade.

This typing is undergoing significant edit as I go, as every other word ends up typo'd. I have trouble in this state.

I was also walking on the ceiling on the way home. I had to walk through a construction site walkway that was flooded. On the way there, the reflection in the water covering the floor made it seem like there was an enormous drop. On the way back, it looked like I was walking on the ceiling, with the lights and beams reflected on the floor, but destroyed as soon as I took a step.

Neutral Ground was amazing. I've probably found a new home in New York City. It was a party with free booze and tons of food and guys playing videogames, and a DJ all night. No one danced, but there was a DJ, with records and everything. I miss TH so much it hurts so that felt really good to see.

I can't yet see quite straight, or type straight. It is probably a bad idea to try to sleep right now, but I feel so far from the keyboard...

Most of my time at Neutral Ground was spent in the basement with the food, chatting with some guys about Japan and such related things. I also played some DDR, but it was new DDR that also used the Wii, so it was like some bastard combination of DDR, ITG and ParaParaParadise. It was insane and trippy and less intended for those prone to epileptic fits than any game I have ever experienced. It made me with my new-generation short attention span feel old and stupid. Are today's fourteen-year-olds able to do this crap?? What is the world coming to???

Anyways. I have a kitty!! It is the cat from FLCL, and it is my souvenir of the night and donation to the cause. It's cute, but I wish it had just a little bit more meaning. Most of my treasured stuffed animals are associated with specific people, for better or for worse. Often for worse. But those ones get packed up eventually.

I am glad I found this place.

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