It's my blog and I'll not blog if I want to. Don't worry, I haven't actually been up to much of anything anyways.
This was a big drift weekend. The theme of the weekend was college, wandering with kids, doing up the house party thing. I got lovingly yelled at Friday for being MIA from that branch of Wes friends and enjoyed seeing everyone after such a while. Saturday was off uptown with Trendvickster and her school friends, trying not to sneer at the ghetto fabulous party theme. No, don't ask me for approval on your costume, you shit. But, it is amusing to know that ghetto fabulous in that universe means bandanas, track pants, and sweat bands. Oh yeah, they roll mad deep in Scarsdale, yo.
Sunday night I decided to say the hell with being in bed the day before a holiday work day (grrr) like a good worker bee and ventured out to a happening. Hung with Jenny and friend and was horrified/amused by the freaky dancer guy trying to get all up in my space. We taunted Bill by calling him a party killer and I found myself strangely in a dance off. I lost -- but only because I was wearing 3-inch boots and backed into a corner. I call rematch! Was good times though.
Work has been eating my time and attention this week. I may *jinx* be in line for a promotion after only a little over 5 months. *jinx* The whole thing has been random and fast and I've been trying to put on my good face yet be me at the same time. I can think of an equal amount of pluses and minuses for getting or losing out. A few for new position are: more money than I can shake a stick at (+) and the satisfaction of being really successful doing shit my own way (+), but also if you think I've disappeared in the past couple of months, you haven't seen anything yet (-) and I'd be losing the account variety for one massive one with a self-identifying micromanager. Joy. (-) I'm waiting and seeing what happens now. ETA: I jinxed myself just like I knew I would. Didn't get it. I'm sorta disappointed, but ah well. Life goes on.
Regardless, I plan on coasting through the rest of the month -- though this week has the possibility to be a little hectic. (Woo...CMJ and other music related stuff!) At the end of the month, I'm finally finally going on vacation. My last real one was the Florida trip from hell with the psychotic French and this one is going to La La Land to visit recent transplant and pal C. Interpol at The Wiltern...yes please. I was telling PrincessNella about my aspirations to get a Defamer sighting trifecta of Twitney, Lohan, and Paris and she worried about my sanity. That'd be the shit, y'all. I'd be a god on the Fametracker boards! I also aspire to meet Jason Negro Please...or at least get his recs on some hot spots in town. Actually, any- and everyone with a rec should give a shout.
Posted by Candicissima at October 10, 2004 09:57 PMyeah, I was horrified/intrigued by the party theme. I guess seeing a bunch of CU meds trying to look like the regular guests of Maury Povich helped me enjoy myself more. Haha, and then on weekdays they go back to their little white coats and khakis. I was amused. And the theme DID suck. Surprise surprise.
Posted by: Victoria at October 13, 2004 01:25 PM