I’m going to try to challenge myself and post more. Especially since I’m going to have a bit more time on my hands soon — well, until I fall into the work pit that is. I don’t have much to say really. Planning the party in the nabe (next Friday night: my house or the less annoying local? Dilemma!), trying to extract myself from the dead end situation with the boy (I just can’t continue to be excited about someone who I feel isn’t excited by me), going show announcement crazy (two Man Man shows! Kelley Polar! Sam Prekop & Archer Prewitt walking distance from my house!), decorating the home space. I have yet to buy my Miami tickets (to leave Wednesday or Thursday? Aurgh!) yet I’m so there mentally already. I’ve realized this week that I’ve never quit a job the right way, like with a resignation instead of “well, I’m leaving the town, so I guess I’m done” or qutting in a fit of pique. It’s kinda frightening actually!
The weekend was fun! Man Man show #2,876,305 was a good time. Kate Ace Fu threatened/promised/proposed running around in hot pants and she brought back bad memories of the infamous trampled by a guy in a yeti suit night and I had to fill Alafairnadia in to the story. People have really fucking shitty show manners and I am a rager, so they generally heard it from me. Really, what’s up with standing an inch in front of someone and not only blocking their vision but also invading their personal space? Sure, it’s gonna be cramped and that’s to be expected, but when you can’t even lead with an “excuse me,” you can eat shit and die and I’ll tell you as much. I was heated! From there, we were off to Jay-V‘s birthday celebration and I kicked myself for not going to the ATM since the bar had a $50 minimum. Ugh. We made a Scenic pitstop and had no sign of the random of indeterminate origins. He joins the mythical ranks of boys seen only once (or twice) that inspire a bit of mental headslapping and wistfulness down the road.
(As an aside, there’s one custom I’m still trying to get my head around as “real” adult: giving someone your card. I actually had a long involved convo with PrincessNella about this. I dont’ have a card — though I will soon I believe — since I don’t have any official business or whatever and/or am still stuck in the “well, let’s trade numbers or email addys” mode and/or shy away from things like that since I’m a networking dumbass. Weeks back at a party, this dude gave me his card. Business card yet not 9-5 business and it had all his contact info if I wanted to get in touch I suppose. He’s stupid cute and I’m thinking the odds of seeing him around again are pretty slim unless I grease the wheels a bit. But the retardation comes in because I don’t know if I got the card on a “hey, contact me and we should get to know each other” thing or if passing out cards is just the thing to do when you meet people a la the new handshaking. I can’t deal with cards. I’d rather someone call/email/My Space message me, but of course, I do understand that if they don’t have a card with that info, how would they know how to contact you? Everyone can’t be a computer junkie with a lot of time on their hands, photographic memory, and craftiness I guess. I’m fucking stuck, man, because I kinda do want to get in contact with him. Advice someone? Anyone?)
Saturday night, I wandered off to Nublu and did my typical holding up the wall thing. I really like the place, but something about it always makes me super inhibited, even when I’m having a good time. I dunno what it is. Saw Justin who apparently spotted me at the Man Man show, but didn’t even say hi (I don’t actually mind, I’m just amused at busting his chops about it). Sunday had me up early (for me) and going to gym before I’d even had breakfast, then cooking and rearranging my furniture and stuff to make my bedroom feel like less of a crypt. I tried to bribe the tallest guys I know (Farmer and the boy) with home-cooked dinner to help me change my lightbulb which has been out for embarassingly long by now, but no dice. I’ll just keep ruining my eyes and squinting in the lamp light, guys. Nice to be loved.