Rochester NY- Got to Rochester five hours early, the promoter suggested a plethora of things to do, I took particular interest in the idea of visiting the George Eastman house,but it was closed on Mondays. The first thing I noticed about Rochester was all of the gorgeous, and old houses. I took pictures of two that especially caught my eye and will probably post them shortly.
My favorite was tall and made of brick that had been painted lavender,but wore its age on each brick proudly. Wide doors that reminded me of a winery,for some reason or another, were positioned perfectly; as if the bricks were built up around them,as if they had always been there. I began to daydream about Jackie and I living there.
The insides would look more like a loft than a traditional house,our bedroom separated only by a white sheet. We would have 1920’s furniture scattered around the space as if they were guests at one of the many parties we would be hosting. Jackie would take up painting and I would start a small business of some sort, perhaps the classic American diner I often lie about starting. It all sounds so romantic, and unrealistic.
Inbetween my delusions we went to a curiosity shop and a playground. I realize that I have a nasty habit of getting lost in my own words,so I’ll keep the rest of this blog fairly short.
I bought earrings and a postcard for Jackie,despite her pleading with me to save my money. I led Elliott to the perfect gift for his girlfriend’s birthday,it was a picture of a kitten in a cookie jar. The odd thing about it was,the company that made it was named something to the likes of Elliott pictures or The Elliott company of Pennsylvania.
The playground was oversized and a lot of fun, I got to do a lot of climbing and jumping and it felt good to give in to my childish impulses,we had an older man take pictures of us on the spiderweb and there’s one of me doing my best R Kelly impersonation under a fountain.
We were playing the bug jar that night,a very cool bar that has what looks like the set of “Joe’s Apartment” glued to the ceiling and two gigantic fly sculptures hanging from a fan.
Josh,the promoter wasn’t there yet,so we loaded in and set up merch and then waited. When he did finally arrive,he regrettably informed me that both locals just dropped off the bill and that we would wait to see if anyone showed up. We got to talking and he mentioned that he was thirty one,and just quit his job because his girlfriend and him got a puppy. Josh is a lovable but sad character,you can tell he is still figuring himself out but knows that he isn’t where he is supposed to be in life.
After some time,we are told that the show is off, Josh offers me a hundred dollars and I tell him not to be stupid,he gives me sixty. We sell one dead words t shirt and pack up. We make the decision to drive to Albany and stay with a member of Aficionado.
Got to the apartment by two am, text jack most of the way and ignore everyone else,but not for any reason.
Our host offers us peanuts,blankets,and xbox. I go right to sleep on the floor,feeling alone and being fully aware that I’m just being overdramatic.