The busy season at work seems to have subsided, so I can finally rejoin the land of the computer-tethered timewasters again. Well, more than the couple of lines here and there like the past month and change at least. I can't tell you what I don't have: much money. Bills, bills, bills are killing me and I'm trying to keep my eyes on a New Year's trip prize, so the LA and Toronto trips (and things I've wanted for too long like a digicam) are ixnayed for 2005. Lease renewal time (is that crazy or what? time flies!) is also coming around the bend.
On the bright side, Farmer has finally returned from exile in England for a brief stopover, Alex is jumping back for a min from Portugal soon, and Fizzie is making a long-awaited visit to NYC in 2 weeks. Yay! I've started back with the gym and my legs have been throbbing ever since. But it's okay. I know you've got to go through a little pain to get thighs like steel. I've got about a half year's worth of sluggishness to reverse. And I seem to have discovered random guys my age in this town. I feel like Santa Claus in that M&M commercial: "they do exist!" And me proving myself a lucky ass bastard once again won tickets to the Prefuse/Dub Trio booze cruise (well, they're not identifying it as such...but it will be. Trust.) on Sunday evening. I think The Director is coming with, but I'm pretty much undecided.
When I haven't been at work actually working, I've been out and about at all hours of the night. I've been drinking a lot of spirits to keep me going and I think Ant is starting to eye me as if he is wondering if it's intervention time. I'm okay! Tuesday, I got my senses assaulted in Park Slope at an open mic night that a new friend and I stumbled upon in horror. I think a good 90% of my experiences involve making a wrong turn somewhere and then wondering why I'm there instead of cuddling with my cat where I belong. We escaped to one of the only places I know by name in the entire neighborhood (with a special note in the archives as where I first met The DJ) where we discussed New Orleans rebuilding in the empty joint with the lonely bartender, his accent getting thicker when J identified himself as from Texas. I won $10 when my rap knowledge got challenged. Shit, I mean I know I don't listen to the radio or much hip hop nowadays, but I sure as fuck know that Trina and Trick Daddy are from Miami. Please. You know I gloated. Too much to drink and too little sleep persuaded me to call out sick and I bummed around the house eating takeout and watching ATWT all day.
I emerged way after sundown to get denied at the Man Man show for being a non-ticket buying procrastinator. Still, I hung out, got partially rained on, and got to say my hellos to Kate Ace Fu and Mr. Schmancy Panelist Anthony before trotting home like a good girl. I ran into the same motivation difficulty Thursday night before talking myself into trotting across Brooklyn. I caught Hot Chip and their technical difficulties, but I wasn't feeling the "quirky" especially with a crowd filled with drunken assholes making me annoyed. This one dude plopped himself directly, I mean 3 inches, in front of me. I poked the shit out of him belligerentely with my phone all "hello! I. Can't. See!" And he probably saw the dangerous gleam in my eye and how I was clutching my bottle neck, so you bet your ass he moved.
Not soon after, I left to check out a friend's party only to get stopped at the door and accused of having a fake ID. I finally replaced the learner's permit (yeah, that's right. I'm a non-driving ass New Yorker!) I lost back in December a few weeks ago and it was fresh out the mail and my first use. The day I signed my forms and paid the fee, I had eyed that poster at the DMV wondering what dumbasses thought of such a shit design. And then there I was protesting: "I'm 24! I don't need a fake ID!" He looked at me really skeptically and I remembered what else would someone say but something like that! Then a chick came up with an actual fake and instead decided to pitch a bitchfit. Yeah that's a good way to bypass the bouncer, dick, piss him off. Kids nowadays. Dude finally stopped being on my case and let me pass because I'd been there before. Whatever.
The most exciting version of a good Friday night this week to me is in bed with my cat where I belong. And that's where I'll be.Posted by Candicissima at September 16, 2005 10:46 PM