I haven't done enough charity work and have missed some meetings, so I'm not allowed go to my sorority's formal this weekend.. I wasn't planning on going anyway because my guyfriends and I intended to drive to New Orleans for Mardi Gras. That fell through....
Who would I have taken to formal anyway? I guess I could've asked the guy I'm sleeping with, Cape. Inviting him to a sorority event might frighten him. He would've hated it anyway.
God, Cape's such a find. He's like some obscure band's awesome cd I randomly stumbled upon and couldn't stop listening to. The album you never get sick of... the one I can listen to in any mood, any day because it makes me smile. All the other boys I've banged have been abominable rap songs-- the kind you can only enjoy when you're drunk and ready to fuck. Well, all the other boys were bad rap songs with the exclusion of Max. He was a jazz song, the kind I never seem to understand and can't dance to. He was the bass-piano-saxophone trio in a smokey bar that I got kicked out of. He was the foreign musician whose name I mispronounced. He was the vinyl record I lost then cried about.