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. 

-yeh!