Irrevocably
I am never drinking again.
Ugh.. I woke up with a hangover from hell. Jennifer was trying to call me because I had mentioned going to lunch today. Of course, she didn’t seem like she’d be able to, so I totally wasn’t expecting it nor did I answer. So I have officially blown her off and feel bad about it. I’ve got all my Xmas shopping to do today. Trying to finish getting ready because I am theoretically going to lunch with Rockwell at 2:00... if he ever wakes up from his nap. I think laundry is in order and I am still banking on going back out to comedy night tonight.
And, that damn bartender. Still on my mind. Not like I haven’t seen him most every time I’ve gone there for two years. But, his name is Brad, and he willingly told me that. Xmas came early it seems.... for my psychosis.
I was having some bizarre, epic dreams. Can’t remember any of them. I woke up and had to pinch myself, "am I really not working today?"
I got a cable for my printer through nefarious means. (Now THERE is a word I don’t use often enough. That and spooge. Two words that I need to work into every conversation in 2005).
There was a whole drama when I went to get my haircut last night. I walked in and stood by the counter for someone to take my name and all I got were annoyed looks from the old Latino woman working closest to the door. Obviously, she was pissed she kept getting interrupted to go to the desk. So I sat down and there were three other guys waiting. Well, right when the old Latino came to the counter to send off one customer and take the next two more guys walked in and suddenly they were putting their names on the list and she just forgot I had been sitting there.
I was really annoyed so I didn’t even bother standing up. Not that it was going to help my cause or anything. They called up one of the guys that came in after me and finally the one girl was like ”Do you need help?” I wanted to say something smart ass like, ”No I just love hanging out at the Hair Cuttery. It gets me off.” But, regardless, she squared things away and I was in a chair.
I only wanted my sides trimmed. I am still letting this faux hawk grow bigger. She did the number one all the way around and before she blended it into the top, I wanted to tell her to leave it cause I really kinda liked it. I had that solid line all the way around just like I used to love in grade school. I thought it looked wicked. But, alas, she blended. She really wanted to trim the top but I had to tell her no twice.
As I was getting my coat this person that works there was walking toward me. I am trying to be nice now, but he looked like the carrier of the original gay gene. Like a Dracula of homos. The first. And he was as baked as a lobster. No doubt he sleeps in a tanning bed at night. And his voice was a cross between Mickey Mouse and Harvey Fierstein as he said to me ”I love that look. Fun.” and gestured up to my hair. I wasn’t sure whether to take the compliment or chop my head off.
It was so cold last night too. This is the kind of cold usually reserved for late January. And I couldn’t find a cab to Boystown to save my life. I was practically halfway there by the time one drove by with his light on.
I just remember that other hottie bar back guy talked to me last night too. He has everyone there drooling. Has more testosterone in one nut than the entire rest of the bar. Scorpio tattoo on his arm. Tight little body. He was working in the coat check and made a joke as he handed me the tickets for the three coats based on the fact we all had leather ones.
It takes so little to please me. I can’t imagine people thinking I am complicated.
I discovered how not to freeze at night. If I close my bedroom and closet door and basically seal off the room from the rest of the apartment, the heater seems to keep things nice and toasty. Now I know how the great explorers of the world felt discovering things for the first time.
Ugh.. this weekend is gonna fly by so fast.
Ugh.. I woke up with a hangover from hell. Jennifer was trying to call me because I had mentioned going to lunch today. Of course, she didn’t seem like she’d be able to, so I totally wasn’t expecting it nor did I answer. So I have officially blown her off and feel bad about it. I’ve got all my Xmas shopping to do today. Trying to finish getting ready because I am theoretically going to lunch with Rockwell at 2:00... if he ever wakes up from his nap. I think laundry is in order and I am still banking on going back out to comedy night tonight.
And, that damn bartender. Still on my mind. Not like I haven’t seen him most every time I’ve gone there for two years. But, his name is Brad, and he willingly told me that. Xmas came early it seems.... for my psychosis.
I was having some bizarre, epic dreams. Can’t remember any of them. I woke up and had to pinch myself, "am I really not working today?"
I got a cable for my printer through nefarious means. (Now THERE is a word I don’t use often enough. That and spooge. Two words that I need to work into every conversation in 2005).
There was a whole drama when I went to get my haircut last night. I walked in and stood by the counter for someone to take my name and all I got were annoyed looks from the old Latino woman working closest to the door. Obviously, she was pissed she kept getting interrupted to go to the desk. So I sat down and there were three other guys waiting. Well, right when the old Latino came to the counter to send off one customer and take the next two more guys walked in and suddenly they were putting their names on the list and she just forgot I had been sitting there.
I was really annoyed so I didn’t even bother standing up. Not that it was going to help my cause or anything. They called up one of the guys that came in after me and finally the one girl was like ”Do you need help?” I wanted to say something smart ass like, ”No I just love hanging out at the Hair Cuttery. It gets me off.” But, regardless, she squared things away and I was in a chair.
I only wanted my sides trimmed. I am still letting this faux hawk grow bigger. She did the number one all the way around and before she blended it into the top, I wanted to tell her to leave it cause I really kinda liked it. I had that solid line all the way around just like I used to love in grade school. I thought it looked wicked. But, alas, she blended. She really wanted to trim the top but I had to tell her no twice.
As I was getting my coat this person that works there was walking toward me. I am trying to be nice now, but he looked like the carrier of the original gay gene. Like a Dracula of homos. The first. And he was as baked as a lobster. No doubt he sleeps in a tanning bed at night. And his voice was a cross between Mickey Mouse and Harvey Fierstein as he said to me ”I love that look. Fun.” and gestured up to my hair. I wasn’t sure whether to take the compliment or chop my head off.
It was so cold last night too. This is the kind of cold usually reserved for late January. And I couldn’t find a cab to Boystown to save my life. I was practically halfway there by the time one drove by with his light on.
I just remember that other hottie bar back guy talked to me last night too. He has everyone there drooling. Has more testosterone in one nut than the entire rest of the bar. Scorpio tattoo on his arm. Tight little body. He was working in the coat check and made a joke as he handed me the tickets for the three coats based on the fact we all had leather ones.
It takes so little to please me. I can’t imagine people thinking I am complicated.
I discovered how not to freeze at night. If I close my bedroom and closet door and basically seal off the room from the rest of the apartment, the heater seems to keep things nice and toasty. Now I know how the great explorers of the world felt discovering things for the first time.
Ugh.. this weekend is gonna fly by so fast.