Beautiful Friday in Baltimore

For my birthday when I turned 16 my mom dropped off a carfull of me and my friends at some random pad on St. Pauls St in Bmore for a show featuring S.Q.U.I.D. They were formerly Mustard Seed Magic and truly, when I write that I still get a little magic tingle in me that reminds me of sandalwood and vintage stores and Eastern Ave. We got in trouble that night with mom and didn't open our mouths the rest of the drive home because we smelled like beer and weed, even though between the four or five of us there probably was only a six pack and a pinner or two that got finished. But o god that night, the punk rock Xerox's stapled all over the lightpoles, my purple doc martens, all that music that matched the city streets and I remember feeling so cool. But being tough about. It was Baltimore, anarchy dreams, riot grrrl zines, DIY. I mean c'mon, it's way not cool to talk about being cool.

This Friday I have a date with me. I am so stoked about it, Beautiful Friday. I used to do those back in college, my senior year, that first year I was getting clean. I lived upstairs from Amy in CHestertown and sometimes she wouldn't have heat, or electric, and her and her baby would come up and I would feed them on my then-vegetarian-diet of whole grain noodles apples and kale. And blue cheese cuz that's what Amy liked. And since that's what it was, me and Amy trying to stay clean and me and Amy helping each other with that, and also me trying to finish college, and work two jobs all at once, when I read the idea that year about dating me it made real good sense. So that's what I did, and I started calling it Beautiful Fridays and it was the day that was to me, for me, and only me. I guess because back then I didn't have have class on Friday and I remember that I didn't have to work at the coffee shop on Fridays, either. Just Pussers on Friday night, if they needed me/there was money to be made.

So everything superfreakincool that could possibly happen is happening this Friday and I am no longer too cool to talk about it or pretend like I dont care. I am so excited! Me and me, on a date doing way rad free stuff in the city which is my home. Making me not only on my way for a date with me, but with Baltimore, too:

The whole thing started with exhilarated cartwheels over learning about Puss Fust, an all girls exhibition at a gallery called Open Space. But I emailed them to get their hours and found out that they've already started to uninstall. Which would be, or actually still is, a serious bummer except for by the time I'd settled on Beautiful Friday this week I was so glittergoldenbowsin myhairexcited that I couldn't turn back, and so am equally stoked to go instead to the John Waters photo exhibit at C. Grimaldi's. If for some reason you are too un-kitschy or devoid of trashisness and therefor perhaps rather boring, and you dont know who John Waters is, please kindly go here. (Ehem, Sammy.) Then there is the tough choice between this screening at The Patterson, and this reading at Atomic Bookstore. Whaaaaaaa?

I can't even imagine what this beautiful date of mine will choose. What will she wear? I wonder if she'll like me?

I must say, I am looking wildly forward to finding out.