Heard it through the grapevine today that the boy I spent the entire first term crushing on is gay.

Highlight of my day.

party chronicles

i.

the second time in my life I had a whole cigarette

we had our longest conversation yet

you said since when did you smoke then

sat by me and waxed drunken lyrical about

sexual experimentation in high school

girls racing to kiss the boys at prom

I listened and kept forgetting

to turn my head to exhale

(sorry about that)

when we went indoors you told me

to take a final drag on the staircase

then stubbed what was left

on the sole of your sneaker

told me to save it for later

I said that was real classy and pocketed it

then I watched you and ross down

two tequilas

feeling accomplished guilty and wistful

ii.

when I was all over you saying

you’re a cool guy

what I really meant was

fuck you

iii.

there you were waving

two slices of pizza in my face

(they were put together like a sandwich)

insisting I take a bite

I ferociously declined

on the grounds that they would

be crusty cold but you promised

so earnestly that they were warm

that before I knew it

my teeth had sunk themselves

into cheese and pepperoni and

god were you right

god

bless you for being an honest man

iv.

you ran like a bat out of hell

yelling I’m going to climb that tree

next thing I know you’re up in that damn tree

Dear GPA:

How do you expect me to work on days like this?

My first Passover. I learnt many new words, dishes, and songs. I can now say to D I am more legit Jewish than he is Asian. He also provided drunken commentary when we decided to watch The Prince of Egypt.

The meaning behind the orange (which is not traditionally on the Seder plate) is this: according to D and S our Jewish hosts, some bigot once said "A woman rabbi is as out of place as an orange on a Seder plate." So their family decided to put an orange on their Seder plate.