wesanderson
11-08-2015, 12:31 PM
The room was lit like a Refn film. There were pink lights and green lights and yellow lights, and believe me when I tell you that it was beautiful.
I’m sitting outside right now, trying to see the northern lights. They were supposed to be out tonight, but they don’t seem to be making an appearance any time soon. It’s about midnight. It’s difficult to see the paper, but the moon is helping. Damn I really wish the northern lights were out. Partly because they would help me see the paper I’m writing on, and partly because I’ve never seen them before, and partly because I’ve heard that they’re beautiful. Pink and green and yellow and beautiful.
Like they were that night, in the room. They were perfect then, and I felt good. Now my paper is just hard to see, and my handwriting is ****.
But I was writing about the room, comparing it to a Refn film. This may be a slightly inaccurate comparison, as the room wasn’t super neon or anything, and Refn’s style shouldn’t be reduced down to “colored lights.” This was my initial reaction though, and so I’ll stick with it for now. I’m trying to preserve my memories as best as possible.
It was two nights ago, that Jon and I went over there to hang out. I’m still not sure why I went, it wasn’t like I knew them or anything. Jon has always insisted on making me meet new people though, and so he dragged me over to Newberry, where their room is.
It was about 9:30 at this point. When we got there. Jon had his backpack full of beers, I was wearing my fleece jacket that’s too big for me. I guess I’m not quite a medium like I thought I was.
Anyways, Jon knocked on the door, and then we both went inside. This is when I noticed the lighting. There was also a bunk bed at the back wall, with a futon in front of that. The room itself was a rectangle. If you imagine drawing a 2-D rectangle, the beds would be on the right side, the windows up top, the desks on the left side, and the closets on the bottom. There was a table in the center. Two of everything.
This included people. The two girls were sitting in the room, one in a desk chair, the other on the floor near one of the windows, not far from the futon. Jon and I sat on the futon, and then we all introduced ourselves. Except for Jon. He opened a beer, and then made an inside joke. At least I think it must have been, because they laughed and I didn’t.
I started drinking something that tasted kinda like Gatorade, but wasn’t. I think we both know what I mean by this. I’m pretty sure the girls were drinking the same thing I was. Jon was the odd one out, drinking his piss.
We all kind of just started talking. We all had a love of film in common, so that’s mostly what we talked about. And then from there other conversations sort of sprung up and died down, and this continued for some time. You know how that goes.
At this point it was roughly 11:30. We had all been drinking fairly slowly, but I think we were feeling it a little. And then two things happened.
First, Jon finished his backpack and then split. He said he was tired, but told me I could stay if I wanted to. I made a joke thanking him for his permission. We all laughed a little bit, and then Jon split.
Second, one of the girls got a text from her girlfriend. I don’t know what it said, but she ended up leaving at about 12:00. I’m still not sure why I stayed after this point.
It was just Marcella and myself now. This is when I noticed more than the lighting I think. There were posters on the walls, all from a wide variety of concerts. Marcella told me that she worked for St. Andrew’s in Detroit, and that’s where she saw most of the shows. I mentioned that I’d never been to a concert before and she was polite and said that we should go to one sometime. We switched to drinking water.
We kept talking about music, about preferences and bands and recommendations and things like that. I’m sure you know how that goes.
I should probably tell you that she’s one of the most beautiful people I’ve ever seen, Marcella is. She was wearing a short black dress that night, and she sat cross-legged on the floor. I stayed on the futon.
I was no longer as shy, mainly due to being slightly drunk by this time. I mean, I still felt fine, but I was just happier, and warmer.
At about 1:00 I asked Marcella if I could look through her vinyl collection. I had been eyeing it all night, and I couldn’t contain my curiosity any longer. She said that it was okay.
The records were on a bookshelf under one of the windows. There were a fair amount of albums there, but nothing too extreme. It was larger than my vinyl collection, though, which probably isn’t even half the size of hers. She also undoubtedly has better records than I do. The record player sat on top of the shelf. It was small but nice.
There were a lot of amazing albums there, and we looked through them together. A couple of classics, but mostly indie stuff. They weren’t arranged by alphabetical order and I loved that. Instead, her most prized stuff was at the front, and then it just sort of went from there. It was crazy. Beautiful though.
She asked me what I wanted to listen to and I told her that I didn’t know. She smiled at that and I swear I haven’t seen anything more beautiful in my entire life. I walked back to the futon and sat down, my way of letting her choose the record. After a few moments she put on a rap album we both loved. We sat and listened to the album, not speaking very much. It was a double LP and so it needed to be flipped, changed, and flipped again. Every time she bent over to mess with the record her dress rode up slightly. She was wearing black underwear. I feel bad for looking, honestly. I’d say that I couldn’t help it, but that would probably be a lie. Feeling bad is the truth though. But she does have great legs. Anyways, we listened to this album, and we rapped with it, and laughed and smiled a lot. I must have fallen in love about a hundred times before the needle hit the end of the second disc. I stayed until about 2:30 or so. Then I said goodnight and I walked back to my dorm. My roommate wasn’t there, which surprised me. I looked at my own vinyl collection, tiny by comparison to Marcella’s. I was feeling nostalgic so I put on Houses of the Holy. It wasn’t until I started side B that I realized I had forgotten that damn black jacket in their room, the one that was a medium and too big on me.
I’m sitting outside right now, trying to see the northern lights. They were supposed to be out tonight, but they don’t seem to be making an appearance any time soon. It’s about midnight. It’s difficult to see the paper, but the moon is helping. Damn I really wish the northern lights were out. Partly because they would help me see the paper I’m writing on, and partly because I’ve never seen them before, and partly because I’ve heard that they’re beautiful. Pink and green and yellow and beautiful.
Like they were that night, in the room. They were perfect then, and I felt good. Now my paper is just hard to see, and my handwriting is ****.
But I was writing about the room, comparing it to a Refn film. This may be a slightly inaccurate comparison, as the room wasn’t super neon or anything, and Refn’s style shouldn’t be reduced down to “colored lights.” This was my initial reaction though, and so I’ll stick with it for now. I’m trying to preserve my memories as best as possible.
It was two nights ago, that Jon and I went over there to hang out. I’m still not sure why I went, it wasn’t like I knew them or anything. Jon has always insisted on making me meet new people though, and so he dragged me over to Newberry, where their room is.
It was about 9:30 at this point. When we got there. Jon had his backpack full of beers, I was wearing my fleece jacket that’s too big for me. I guess I’m not quite a medium like I thought I was.
Anyways, Jon knocked on the door, and then we both went inside. This is when I noticed the lighting. There was also a bunk bed at the back wall, with a futon in front of that. The room itself was a rectangle. If you imagine drawing a 2-D rectangle, the beds would be on the right side, the windows up top, the desks on the left side, and the closets on the bottom. There was a table in the center. Two of everything.
This included people. The two girls were sitting in the room, one in a desk chair, the other on the floor near one of the windows, not far from the futon. Jon and I sat on the futon, and then we all introduced ourselves. Except for Jon. He opened a beer, and then made an inside joke. At least I think it must have been, because they laughed and I didn’t.
I started drinking something that tasted kinda like Gatorade, but wasn’t. I think we both know what I mean by this. I’m pretty sure the girls were drinking the same thing I was. Jon was the odd one out, drinking his piss.
We all kind of just started talking. We all had a love of film in common, so that’s mostly what we talked about. And then from there other conversations sort of sprung up and died down, and this continued for some time. You know how that goes.
At this point it was roughly 11:30. We had all been drinking fairly slowly, but I think we were feeling it a little. And then two things happened.
First, Jon finished his backpack and then split. He said he was tired, but told me I could stay if I wanted to. I made a joke thanking him for his permission. We all laughed a little bit, and then Jon split.
Second, one of the girls got a text from her girlfriend. I don’t know what it said, but she ended up leaving at about 12:00. I’m still not sure why I stayed after this point.
It was just Marcella and myself now. This is when I noticed more than the lighting I think. There were posters on the walls, all from a wide variety of concerts. Marcella told me that she worked for St. Andrew’s in Detroit, and that’s where she saw most of the shows. I mentioned that I’d never been to a concert before and she was polite and said that we should go to one sometime. We switched to drinking water.
We kept talking about music, about preferences and bands and recommendations and things like that. I’m sure you know how that goes.
I should probably tell you that she’s one of the most beautiful people I’ve ever seen, Marcella is. She was wearing a short black dress that night, and she sat cross-legged on the floor. I stayed on the futon.
I was no longer as shy, mainly due to being slightly drunk by this time. I mean, I still felt fine, but I was just happier, and warmer.
At about 1:00 I asked Marcella if I could look through her vinyl collection. I had been eyeing it all night, and I couldn’t contain my curiosity any longer. She said that it was okay.
The records were on a bookshelf under one of the windows. There were a fair amount of albums there, but nothing too extreme. It was larger than my vinyl collection, though, which probably isn’t even half the size of hers. She also undoubtedly has better records than I do. The record player sat on top of the shelf. It was small but nice.
There were a lot of amazing albums there, and we looked through them together. A couple of classics, but mostly indie stuff. They weren’t arranged by alphabetical order and I loved that. Instead, her most prized stuff was at the front, and then it just sort of went from there. It was crazy. Beautiful though.
She asked me what I wanted to listen to and I told her that I didn’t know. She smiled at that and I swear I haven’t seen anything more beautiful in my entire life. I walked back to the futon and sat down, my way of letting her choose the record. After a few moments she put on a rap album we both loved. We sat and listened to the album, not speaking very much. It was a double LP and so it needed to be flipped, changed, and flipped again. Every time she bent over to mess with the record her dress rode up slightly. She was wearing black underwear. I feel bad for looking, honestly. I’d say that I couldn’t help it, but that would probably be a lie. Feeling bad is the truth though. But she does have great legs. Anyways, we listened to this album, and we rapped with it, and laughed and smiled a lot. I must have fallen in love about a hundred times before the needle hit the end of the second disc. I stayed until about 2:30 or so. Then I said goodnight and I walked back to my dorm. My roommate wasn’t there, which surprised me. I looked at my own vinyl collection, tiny by comparison to Marcella’s. I was feeling nostalgic so I put on Houses of the Holy. It wasn’t until I started side B that I realized I had forgotten that damn black jacket in their room, the one that was a medium and too big on me.