Thursday November 7 2013

The Red Room Dance Night (Nov 7 2013)[i]

Waking up around 1:30 p.m.

Honey Bunches of Oats with Almond Milk.

General research and reading articles.

Picking up the guitar and playing a few songs, something I haven't done in at least three weeks or so since I injured my thumb.

Ezekiel 4:9 Cinnamon Raisin Toast with Peanut Butter. Mixed Nuts. Baked Lentil Chips. Orange Juice.

Watching Devil (2010).

Workout and basketball at the Rec Center. My game play is sub-par today but in the end it was fun and I got a good run out of it. At one point when I make a drive to the hoop someone from the sidelines yells out, "Get it, Bart!" I get a new nickname every time. 

I drive to Norfolk to meet Ana at her house. She prepared a nice little dinner for us: Salmon, Brown Rice, Brussel Sprouts, Edamame, and Vanilla Chamomile Tea. It's not often I'm over here. It's nice to be a guest as opposed to a host all the time. She revamped her bedroom, rearranging everything and adding a new computer desk, which she plastered with sheet music. It's a really cool piece. Her mom comes home and carries Papa, the dog, in her arms everywhere she goes. Apparently, he looks okay with being a carry companion. Ana helps pluck her mom's eyebrows.

Owl Corner (Nov 7 2013)

Plucking Mom's Eyebrows (2)(Nov 7 2013)

We go to The Iguana for a dance night. Wesley and Charles Rasputin are deejaying. A few friends are here. Sipping on a drink called Angry Balls, which consists of an Angry Orchard Cider mixed in with a shot of Fireball. It's like getting punched in the face with an alcoholic apple pie. It's not a huge crowd but just enough bodies to entertain ourselves with the rhythm and beat. Twirling and whirling and shuffling the feet – bouncing off the wooden columns – swinging around the pole – Ana and I hand in hand attempting a dance number; her face shines with happiness. We had been talking about dancing for a long time. It just never worked out until tonight.


We drive back to Ana's house. It's dark in her bedroom, the only light coming from her owl corner. She requests I help unbutton her green dress but the hair is caught in one of the buttons.

Me: "Your hair is such a burden isn't it?"

After messing with it for a few minutes I realize the best way is to snip it with scissors. She wraps up in this fluffy cozy blanket with a fox on it. We embrace and chat for a good while.

Back home.

Sleep at 5 a.m.

[i] All images by me.

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