“Shunshine! I HATE shunshine!”
Today is a wonderful rainy day. I love it! Just call me Madame Mim.
Anyway, last night, I went to Duke Campus, because Greg had a show there with Jay, as Electric Funeral. I am never going to a show on Duke Campus again – it fucking sucked. Okay, it wasn’t that bad, once Jeremy and Kimmie showed up, and once Electric Funeral started playing – then I enjoyed myself. And we also saw Whiskey (real name John David, so J.D. yields Greg’s nickname), one of Greg’s ex-student assistants, who is now a cameraman in Los Angeles. Exciting! I got to tell him and Kimmie about how I got to watch the filming of the fashion show in Don’t Tell Mom the Babysitter’s Dead, and how Keith Coogan, my huge crush at the time, was a total jerk to me when the guy we were visiting (Ellsworth Chou, the electrician, and a friend of my parents’) took me over to meet him. (I think this is partly why I’m so happy when actors I like turn out to be nice in real life.) Also, I just checked Ellsworth’s IMDB page – holy shit, he worked on one of my favorite bad movies of all time: Strays. How did I not know this? WTF. Anyway, if you haven’t seen Strays, you really need to. It’s awesomely bad.
So, Duke’s student union was pretty posh. Of course, it would be, since they’re all private and rich and stuff. There was a grand piano just chilling in one corner, in case you felt like tickling the ivories. There was a WHOLE post office in the student union – bigger than the actual post office in its own building down the street from us in Durham. Duke’s student union has a bigger post office than my local post office. Damn. There was also an entire actual fucking bank in there, next to the post office. Not just an ATM, a full service walk-in motherfucking bank. Insane. (The closest UNC has is a little office-sized walk-in Wachovia counter, with only one or two tellers. It’s about the same size as my cube, actually, maybe a little bigger. The bank at Duke’s student union? Bigger than my actual bank.) There *should* have been divans in the restroom, but there weren’t.
Speaking of the toilets, Greg and I grabbed some food at the Armadillo Grill before the show, and then after eating went in search of the toilets. We round a corner, and I see a hall off in the distance that looks promising, so I point at it and tell Greg we should head that way. Between where we are standing and the far-off hall, on the line of pointing (I think that’s the explanation), was a table of snotty-looking girls. As we pass them, one of them looks at me and says, “Bitch!” And then as we continue past I hear another say something like, “Did you see her just…” and then I can’t hear anymore. So I tell Greg, “I think that girl just called me a bitch.” But I can’t quite believe it. We finally find the bathrooms, and as we’re coming back, we pass them again, and I hear one of them say, “There she is again….” and then I pass out of hearing range. What the fuck. All I can think of is they must have thought I was pointing at them? Who knows. Then there were tons of Duke students who would just stand around vapidly in my way, and no amount of “Excuse me, pardon me, could I just get past you, please?” would get their attention or get them to move, so I ended up having to squeeze past as nicely as I could. (Normally I just barge rudely past, but I’d already been called a bitch for nothing, so I was feeling meek.) All in all – not fucking impressed.
But I enjoyed Electric Funeral, and I loved getting to see Jeremy and Kimmie, and Jay and Wendy, and Whiskey.
