so long

to summer vacation. i most definitely am not looking forward to moving back to westwood, starting work, class, et cetera. 9 weeks of summer camp and 2 weeks of actual vacation time is hardly proportional. i have not really been keeping track of the days. i couldn't tell you what today is if you asked. oh well despite my not seeing all the people/places i would have liked to, the last few days have been good.

on wednesday night i met up with matt at the nuart to catch the late showing of the brown bunny. while i was parallel parking, brian and mike unexpectedly hopped into my car and made fun of the ambient music in the background of which i wasn't even aware. i don't recall what was on, all i remember were raindrops and/or a leaky faucet. whatev. turns out that the guy sitting outside the theatre last week works the concession stands--after the movie he started talking to us, telling us that there was no movie last week (last wednesday we drove by in tan van 5000 whenceupon mike took it upon himself to accuse him of playing dumb and lying after he insisted that there was no movie playing). i think we are officially the 'secret nuart wednesday midnight movie stalker' club to him. meh.

if you are one of the brave few who decides to check it out, do'nt expect more than gallo driving and making out with strangers. it sounds cooler than it really is, trust me. blah blah, driving, driving, crying, then BAM, chloe sevigny unsimulated fellatio scene. the movie could have been done in 45 minutes. it isn't without any redeeming qualities; gordon lightfoot's 'beautiful' helped numb the pain.

after the movie headed down the street and parked at a meter right in front of en sushi. on a bench outside the restaurant were two girls making out while their male companions revelled at the sight of women kissing. we stopped by cacao where there was no room to sit, so we sat on the bench outside cafe 50s.there was a frail middle-aged woman sitting at a table. a busboy came out of the restaurant with a drink for her. when he handed her the styrofoam cup, she dropped it, spilling the beverage on the ground. visibly upset, the waiter kicks the cup as if trying to score a field goal and storms back inside. throughout that whole ordeal we sat on the bench while she just stood next to us; come to think of it she probably wanted to sit down, but being lame college kids, we probably felt entitled to that bench and/or it just didn't occur to us to offer her a seat. meanwhile, at the corner of barrington and santa monica, right in front of the video store, four middle-aged latino men were in the pre-rumble shit-talking phase. two of them slurred insults at each other en espanol, one stood between them and the other egged them on.

the stretch of santa monica boulevard between sawtelle and barrington--from about the nuart to the goodwill--can be quite happening on the right night.