Happy Holidays to all!
I wanted to post the Squeeze "Christmas Day" video because it's one of the most tripped out holiday songs I've ever heard, but I'll substitute that with "The Rain" because the lyrics are on par with that other video's visuals.
December 2006 Archives
I'm holiday partied the fuck out. The whole week has been a blur of coworkers and I travelling in packs and imbibing and mingling and acting (a little bit) like fools. It's interesting actually working in a fun part of the media world for a switch, so I can actually be social me instead of always wearing the mask like the old place. The sad part is that our work party isn't even until next week, so I wonder if I'll even be able to do anything but whimper at the sight of alcohol by then. To avoid that, I've grounded myself through the weekend to stave off another bout of the 6am dry heaves. My liver was threatening to commit suicide.
Tuesday's party was in celebration of the passing of the 21st Amendment (which ended Prohibition and all that). Our lovely clients were the sponsors and all of us who slaved on it got to run around and drink ourselves stupid. My coworkers rule. It's always a pleasure being around them. Getting there was a big adventure with the meeting on a strange corner and then shady random (damned good actor) giving us directions. We ended up being the first bunch at the party...which wasn't that cool, but it evened out. We were mingling furiously. A few years back when I was newly returned to NYC and barely in my 20s running around with late 20 somethings/early 30 somethings, I wondered where the hell all the guys my age were. Now still running around with early 30 somethings, the guys my age have appeared from a secret mist or something. And they're some accomplished cool ass fuckers too. I can't bring myself to date or "date" any of them (yet), but seeing them makes me happy. Likewise, these random packs of 23 year olds everywhere. They're so earnest. It almost warms my cold bitch heart. Erm, sidetracked. So, to make a long story short, we heart media boys and the ad world and open bars. Amen.
Except when some of those media boys see you at parties and spazz on you. Wednesday's party was another company's holiday party that we all got the 11th hour invite to. Yes, I will be there with bells on to drink your top shelf spirits and stuff myself with hors d'œuvres and maybe even dance if i can be persuaded. Imagine my surprise when I came face to face with this random who lives near me that I've passed some meaningless time with. Well, I actually wasn't that surprised at all. It was established that we both worked doing the same type of shit, though his company is like 5x the size of mine. I was even amused when he visibly blanched when he saw me across the room. Kids nowadays aren't skillful enough at playing it cool in front of pseudogirlfriends and coworkers. So much for that one.
Voom:Voom, Keep The Drums Out
Whodini, One Love
Manu Dibango, Soul Fiesta (Chateau Flight Rework)
Lords of the Underground, Funky Child
Royksopp, Remind Me
-- with my favorite commercials of the moment as a bonus. Both on the old side, but the 2nd will be starring in a Times Square billboard I had a hand in getting together.
I'm supposedly looking like my old old self again. The reactions I'm getting are kinda amusing. Then again, I'm actually smiling nowadays and lost like 185 pounds of dead weight. Things like that do wonders for a girl. Even my mom was saying I needed some fun in my damned life, so I'm off having it. Viva rebounding! There's the danger of reversing the initial happy loss with the holiday season carousing I've been doing to excess. But who cares? Pass the ham and yams and egg nog and hot toddys. I'll exercise more...or not.
I've been trying to do something about all the stuff I've been complaining about. The shitty boy down, next is me being super kickass at the job. Wordlessly mewing never got anyone anything. We're heading into a massive busy time (ever wonder what I do? Here you go.) and I plan to give no doubt that I go above and beyond. I want a really happy new year on that front. Ant and I are on the mega apartment hunt. It's the pits really. Balcony, 1 big room, and a cave? Two equally sized big rooms and no living room? Awesome place near where I spend too much of my time but kitty corner from the projects? Dilemma, dilemma. We're still looking.
Most surprising thing about recently is that I've been writing a lot (not here obviously)...and believe it or not, songs. We'll see what happens to them. Once the initial excitement passed, I was very meh about it. I'm listening to too much A Cloud Mireya. It makes me think I can do it too. I suppose as long as I resist turning the saga of the rebound kid's cat turning me into human pincushion nightly, it'll be salvagable.
