Sunday, 23 February 2003 | Plans

On Friday I hadn't planned to go out, but somehow I ended up seeing a band with a girl I barely know, upstairs in a club in Brooklyn where I'd never been, pulled up on top of a bench so that I could see the crowd-level stage, a padded, bouncy bench which moved underneath my feet as if there were someone inside of it trying to get out. On Saturday I'd planned to go to Luxx for a friend's birthday, but I hadn't planned on hanging out with a random collection of people I'd never met (none of whom had met each other, either), and I hadn't planned on seeing the sky begin to brighten as I was going to bed. On Sunday I'd planned to spend time with my friend Eric (who's visiting from Chicago), but I hadn't planned on spending so much money on dinner, and we hadn't planned on being the white people who cleared the dance floor in a club beneath the Chelsea Hotel. I am planning to do more careful planning, which includes plans to Stay at home. Spend less money. Be productive. Sleep.