This has been a series of days where just about every event had a countereffect I suppose to balance out the results out. Not all excellent though. It's all about luck. *knock on wood* Here's to hoping that the rest of the year plays out well.
After Thursday's ending to my stint as a fashion slave, I woke up eventually Friday with my poor head pounding and called the agency to get some more assignments stat. Candicissima has got student loans and credit card balances to pay down, nah mean? Tomorrow I get to get up obscenely early and be a corporate drone in another part of the same building. Damn, no jeans and sneaks. Gotta drag out the real clothes and shoes. Ah well. All about the money though. And then I got a call back on this ad agency job I had applied for. Did the whole phone interview thing and I've got the formal one set up for January 5th. It's strange how that feels like really far away but in actuality is only 2 weeks. March 9th will be here before I know it. No word back from the internship. To call or not to call? I'm always unsure about those things.
No word from T. *shrug* Had an excellent time doing the lower key hanging out with friends thing this weekend. Friday night was meeting up with Rissa at her job and then persuading Grandmastah H to come join us at the evil 419. While Rissa and I were waiting, who happened to walk by but Shady? This is becoming a pattern I highly dislike. He blah blahed on something as his girl stared passive aggressively before running off to wherever pompous pricks go. Yeah, I've noted my tone becoming more and more hostile when I mention him. I already owned up to my irrational hatred, so I'm well aware.
Anyhoo, I was experimenting with martinis Thursday and Friday. Whew. I need to back away from those. I drink too much to be having things that are straight up alcohol more or less. The mixers keep me from ending up face down. GH even ran a tab so he picked up all the rounds. That's my boy! Poor thing though was a victim to a strange freak accident the next day. He slipped in his bathroom and broke his jaw, ruptured something in his ear, and I think ended up with a mild concussion. I felt more than a little responsible for having him out so late the night before and I've got to admit that's a fear I always have in the back of my mind. That shit is serious, but I spoke to him last night and he should recover soon. He was in the hospital just for the day and is all morphined up. My heart's going out to him.
I ended up hanging with Farmer last night. He was a little too happy to see me which had me defensive at first. I met him and a friend in Astoria at this great dark wood bar. I'm slowly but surely exploring in Queens. I'm liking what I find so far even if I don't if that's where I'll be ending up. Nothing wrong with knowing where you could go in various neighborhoods. I'm building a mental list. They were trashed, I not so much...at first. God save me from whiskey! It's fast becoming the theme of the month. It was one of those nights where our personalities blended well and the atmosphere only helped the good times. The friend and I traded numbers too. Farmer's in town only for a limited time, blowing back off soon after New Year's. It's nice to see him all sunny and relaxed. I wish I was spending my winter days where 60 is "cold." We went off for a middle of the night breakfast next door to this restaurant/club. Packs of guys roamed and my companions asked these dudes at the table near us how the place was. A guy responded: "Great, if you like being surrounded by gross cows and pigs all night." Damn. The snob in me naturally thought, "what the hell do you expect going to a club on Queens Blvd?" but I held it back. I crashed out that way for whatever reason. It's all still too fresh, but no doubt I'll hate myself tomorrow. My favorite part this morning had to be the hangover helping cheeseburger and fries diner delivery. Nothing clears your fuzzy mind like fat and grease. You can quote me on that one.
Posted by Candicissima at December 21, 2003 09:16 PM