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!