I walked over to the Seattle Central Library at around eight o'clock in the morning, entered the elevator, pressed for the eighth spiral, and thoroughly browsed the photography section for a while. I was listening to the Spirited Away (2002) soundtrack during the elevator ride up, and "Sixth Station" was on the player, I suddenly felt like Chihiro and No-Face aboard the train to Zeniba's cottage. As the elevator steadily stopped at each floor, passengers with blank stares would enter and a few others would gracefully depart with nothing to say. The fourth floor of the library is my absolute favorite, it is what I call the "Stanley Kubrick" floor. All of the walls are painted red and in some areas even pink and orange hues are visible. I picked up a few photography books and some CDs for the vintage record player Brandon gave to Natalie who recently gave to me. I lost my library card somehow, so the checkout lady handed me a new one. After walking home carrying such heavy books uphill, I realized I left my camera back at the library on one of the CD stacks/shelves! I dropped off my books at the apartment and quickly ran back down to the library. I ran up the stairs rather than wait for the elevator and lo-and-behold, it was still there.
*upside-down smiley face*
After a very relaxing morning/early afternoon, I received a text from Brandon and Jennie asking to meet up at The Hideout for a drink (or two). I walked down rather early, ordered the "Andy Warhol" (a cosmopolitan that comes with a free instax), and read a few pages of "A Little Life". They arrived shortly after, ordered whiskey cokes, and sat down. I presented them with the two going-away gifts, they promised to open them later. We discussed various films seen, books read, concerts attended, past memories, tender moments. After an hour or so, we paid our tabs and took our instax photo, walked around the corner where we bought a bottle of champagne and "special price" white wine. We walked up to my apartment and opened the gifts; it was such a moment watching them unwrap the gifts so delicately as if the paper were from the 18th century. Brandon received a Penguin Modern Classic copy of "Journey to the End of the Night" by Louis-Ferdinand Celine and Jennie received a Virago copy of "Precious Bane" by Mary Webb. We watched a few vine videos, one contained scenes from The Shining paired with "On Your Mind" by Tomppabeats and ended up being the favorite from the night. I then put one of my found library CDs, Too Bright by Perfume Genius, into the player and we sat around Brandon's iPhone watching videos from their trip down to Big Sur and of jellyfish swimming at the Aquarium of the Bay. We watched them all on repeat, waiting for Fantasia-like moments where the jellyfish would pulsate with Perfume Genius flawlessly.