Autumn Rain
Ah, Election Day! Patriotic bursts of horn honking at intersections where people dance with signs rooting for their yes or their no, their man or their woman. Kind of like watching a football game, but far more interactive.
Santa Rosa continues to be an amusing and interesting place to be for me. Some old lady tweaker is in the Library’s Cafe with a gigantic faux Louis Vuitton bag in front of her, smearing her face with a grayish shade of foundation starting from around the corners of her nose, outward towards her cheeks and under eyes, neglecting most areas of her face entirely. If she didn’t already look half dead (as tweakers often do) she will when she’s finished.
All manner of high school characters have moved on to become generally more or less more comfortable with their various forms of dorkyness, here at the local community college. The only differences really are that people openly smoke cigarettes on the non smoking campus. The geek that hunkers down, pack high on the back, and runs a strange awkward run from class to home or the bus stop… The hackey-sack crowd, half of which look stoned out of their skulls, kick around a soccer ball patterned hackey sack until it goes under a car stopped in traffic going through the campus… And here in the Library both the studious and the mischievous pack together to study and peruse bored.com on the Internet.
Halloween was by far the most calm holiday I’ve experienced in my life, this year, with Ben and I sitting in our darkly lit hallway beside the glow of candles and skelaton shaped christmas lights, drinking beer and eating candy. Our housemates who seem to enjoy celebrating every holiday and often just Wednesdays with beer pong had all left and we turned out our stereo and chilled out in the unusual calm.
The Saturday after, Devour The Masses, one of the other bands Saint Ben is in, played two shows. I sat in on one at a bar and finally had the chance to see another local band, History, play– Some friends of Saint Ben. We drank a few pitchers of beer, and Saint Ben and JB (History’s drummer) monkeyed around and generally goofed off for the majority of the night, and when it was all done and History played last we all packed into our various vehicle’s and gave our farewells in the most raucous ways possible. Honking, shouting, hanging out of windows, chasing a random possum, and climbing onto the hoods of various moving vehicles, and then some.
With the coming of the crazy intense rain season, and the newer acquaintances I have been making, this will surely shape up to be a very interesting Winter.
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