A friendly love letter to a house on cortland and it's beguiling owners

dear E/G and E/A,
i was thinking today about how i really miss the fun times we all used to have in the city. so many of them took place at your house on cortland.

you had such a cool place with the Lipton sign still on the windows, the high ceilings and kitchen in a surprising place. i loved the platforms up high that you put large art on. i loved that lama lived there. lama. good girl! i never imagined animals could have existential crises until i met lama and you explained what it meant when she just sort of whined with big, sad eyes. her chewbacca sound before it went bad.

it was fun just hanging out while you guys finished AMFTAO in the basement, drinking wine and listening to the tweaks and twoks, loud through headphones or dulled without.

i miss smoking cigarettes out on the corner, or right outside the basement side-doors if i was down there. you had many mysterious objects in your basement. i have no idea what most of them are to this day. they were a pleasing background to a warm and comfortable place. i remember that one time i left my ipod hooked up upstairs while i was down there and it was playing some crazy loud music. when i returned,
to my horror the song that had come on was "You Fucked Up!" by ween and gene ween was screaming YOU FUCKED UP! YOU REALLY FUCKED UP!!! AHHHHHHHHHH! and it kind of hurt and i was worried about hurting p. who was in the kitchen cooking, so i turned it off and he said, Oh, I was enjoying that! god, i barely knew you guys then.

your house is also where p. asked me if he could kiss me one night after a lot of drinking. Guy was already passed out when he asked with a tuck-of-the-head and uptilted eyes from the other side of the kitchen counter. i told him i couldn't kiss him but that didn't mean he wasn't super cute. he looked sad and i told him to smoke pot with me on the sofa and then it was fine.

your house was the first place guy, myself and j. all spent the night under one roof together. it was kind of funny waking up to art department in the morning, already congregated in one place. it changed our friendship forever. it pushed it to another level and is something i greatly value to this day.

i remember wrestling with N. on your couch. round and round we went. D. took a cool picture of it, it looks like clothes in a dryer, colors spinning. we bonded that day. i don't remember what the gathering was for, what celebration was to be had. maybe nothing. that happened alot.

i really miss getting spontaneous phone calls on the way home from work from guy, "wanna hang out at g&a's tonight? we're not really gonna be doing anything." my answer was always yes. and then suddenly i would be in another place i could call home.

lama. good girl lama. ruff!

love,
LJ