first friday

if I spend an hour getting ready and five hours destroying the result, technically that is balance. #

First Friday of the year and I was absolutely not staying home. I spent the afternoon pretending I was going to do something useful, then at five I made tea and took four biscuits upstairs and that was basically the end of Productivity Alice. Britney was playing while I got ready. Yes, Britney. I am writing this slowly for the people who seem to believe liking hardcore requires signing a contract promising never to enjoy a pop song again. Overprotected is good. I don’t care. Then Christina. Then Garbage because I couldn’t decide what to wear and Garbage is better music for throwing clothes onto a bed. I ended up in jeans and a pale-blue top, silver earrings, too much gloss, blonde hair straight for once. I used Mom’s Angel before leaving because mine wasn’t doing anything for me tonight. That perfume is completely her, though. The second I sprayed it I thought of her getting ready for work or walking through the hallway, so I spent the first half hour smelling like my own mother, which is not exactly the effect I was aiming for. Yuri noticed immediately. `”Angel?”` I said no. He looked at me. I admitted it. Hikari came later with Marico, Erick appeared after we’d already been there a while, and eventually the music got harder, thank God, because the first part of the night was becoming too neat. I like techno when somebody actually takes it somewhere. I don’t want twenty records that politely agree with each other. Give me something that changes the room. There was a point after one where it finally happened and I stopped talking halfway through whatever I was telling Yuri. He laughed because he knows that look now. Came home with my hair smelling of smoke, feet hurting, Angel completely gone, and turned on the Mac `”just to check MSN.”` Edo was there from Lecco and immediately asked what they played. Not hello. Not happy new year. Music report first. Priorities.

Remember me, Eclipse.