sunday party

juilliard and i, like the city and i, have always love/hated each other
{this is less true now that i'm not a student there}
but when sunday night parties happen that are people running around holding
violins and bassoons, reading ives and stravinsky and poetry and original works,
i love love love love juilliard and the people that it shoots out, projectile-y.
it makes me feel like i'm in the party scene in amadeus. 
and i don't want it to end. 
unless it involves fried chicken in inwood.