10:07 a.m.	tuesday night meat market	2002-10-23
Reaped	someone from the old country is reading this. hopefully just my librarygrrl. whatever. i can handle it. since today is the late day at work last night was drinkin night. start at da boot, where we meet w/ our english kids, sip pints of turbodog and watch the freshmen girls line up for sink or swim at ten oclock. they all tend to dress alike: black pants, low-strung fringy belts, black strappy tanks, or some deviation thereof. around ten o'clock we leave, not wanting to pay the 5 dollar cover to tulane's only tuesday night meat market. wind up at the columns on st charles. it's an old hotel and the bar is very swank-all carved up old wood with lots of little rooms to hole up in. the original wall paper is still there, turned brown with years of smoke, though it smells like cherry insense, which constantly wafts through the salons. a big group: one side of the table discusses shamanic rites involving psilocybin while the others cackle over the girl in their classes who finds walmart 'comforting' & could never teach african american lit b/c she isn't qualified. a band is playing in the other room, and over the voices & smoke the occasional violin or trumpet can be heard, punctuated with a ringing bell. then its late, we take our leave and stumble drunkenly back home.	Sown
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