hiding helps
after returning home from the xmas of doom, i did not leave the house for thursday, friday or saturday. i may have wandered out on sunday to go across the street to e and ang's, but that was as far as i ventured.
monday we sped up to nyc (and by sped, i mean drove within the speed limit, or the flow of traffic, whichever was faster). we met myra, her sister, her cousin, and her cousin's friend (monica, leda and elvis). we went to dinner at morningstar diner, and myra giggled for a good 15 minutes because orlando bloom was dining there, too (he's friends with one of the girls in gogol). then we boozed in white lightning, and popped into the venue. area 5, i think it was called, and it was a FANTASTIC venue.
pedro was spinning before the show, then myra and i rocked out in the pit. schmitty joined us, thomas blew kisses to myra, pedro waved hi to me, and it was a great time all in all. one of the best concerts i've been to, easily. i got kisses from schmitty at midnight, and myra, too.
after the show i was sober again, so we drove to midway so i could see my peeps. we got some drinks, i got some old paychecks, i got a ton of love from all my old coworkers. in general it was exactly what i wanted and needed.
then we went out to my car, where i had been ticketed (along with the other 6 people parked on the street) for parking in front of a church. mind you, the church AND the sign telling you not to park there were obscured by scaffolding. and nyc tickets are not cheap.
and with that ticket, what little faith i had in the "not being a flaming shitball"-ness of 2008 was shattered. i cried, i died inside (again), and i was just not able to enjoy the rest of the evening. finally i had to tell myra i just couldn't take it anymore and all i really wanted was to leave nyc. i left her in the happy hands of brian, and schmitty and i burned down rt 1 to dc (slightly longer, no tolls)
we had charming conversations on race, people's behavior about the race subject, and how we approached it individually and in regards to each other.
then we passed out.
and i stayed in. because leaving the house leads to misery.
today i tried to mitigate the damage to my wallet by all these damn tickets, worked on my budget, prepared for my marketing event tomorrow, and cleaned MY apt. for my obie. i'm hosting a girl named phebe during winter term, and i wanted the place to be slightly cleaner than it was.
we went to tryst for dinner, and i found the super market that is, oh 5 blocks from my place, that i never knew about. had a chat with jason and chris, and left her for the night.
if i didn't have to work, i don't think i'd ever leave the house again. i just want to stay in until the whole world goes away, or i have a different life.
good luck with that, aubri.
monday we sped up to nyc (and by sped, i mean drove within the speed limit, or the flow of traffic, whichever was faster). we met myra, her sister, her cousin, and her cousin's friend (monica, leda and elvis). we went to dinner at morningstar diner, and myra giggled for a good 15 minutes because orlando bloom was dining there, too (he's friends with one of the girls in gogol). then we boozed in white lightning, and popped into the venue. area 5, i think it was called, and it was a FANTASTIC venue.
pedro was spinning before the show, then myra and i rocked out in the pit. schmitty joined us, thomas blew kisses to myra, pedro waved hi to me, and it was a great time all in all. one of the best concerts i've been to, easily. i got kisses from schmitty at midnight, and myra, too.
after the show i was sober again, so we drove to midway so i could see my peeps. we got some drinks, i got some old paychecks, i got a ton of love from all my old coworkers. in general it was exactly what i wanted and needed.
then we went out to my car, where i had been ticketed (along with the other 6 people parked on the street) for parking in front of a church. mind you, the church AND the sign telling you not to park there were obscured by scaffolding. and nyc tickets are not cheap.
and with that ticket, what little faith i had in the "not being a flaming shitball"-ness of 2008 was shattered. i cried, i died inside (again), and i was just not able to enjoy the rest of the evening. finally i had to tell myra i just couldn't take it anymore and all i really wanted was to leave nyc. i left her in the happy hands of brian, and schmitty and i burned down rt 1 to dc (slightly longer, no tolls)
we had charming conversations on race, people's behavior about the race subject, and how we approached it individually and in regards to each other.
then we passed out.
and i stayed in. because leaving the house leads to misery.
today i tried to mitigate the damage to my wallet by all these damn tickets, worked on my budget, prepared for my marketing event tomorrow, and cleaned MY apt. for my obie. i'm hosting a girl named phebe during winter term, and i wanted the place to be slightly cleaner than it was.
we went to tryst for dinner, and i found the super market that is, oh 5 blocks from my place, that i never knew about. had a chat with jason and chris, and left her for the night.
if i didn't have to work, i don't think i'd ever leave the house again. i just want to stay in until the whole world goes away, or i have a different life.
good luck with that, aubri.