back in the borough
After a delightful boning from the gentle folks who command the airways--including 2 canceled flights, an extra night in H'ville, and a lost bag--I am back in Brooklyn. I can't really call this apt. home for much longer, but my cat is here and there's beer in the fridge, so it's home enough. PM did a great job of caring for the orange beastie and we talked and texted while I was away; things are on the road to comfortable.
Wednesday's block party was fun and I got to catch up with a good number of people in a short time frame. I met one of David's friends, named Mike, who fell in puppiness with Celeste and became the butt of our jokes the rest of the weekend due to his persistent calls and texts. Down, boy!
Thursday morning I went for a run and looked for Trey. I found a fat guy masturbating in his former apt. Trey, where the hell do you live now? Thursday night I had dinner with Jason B., my ex, then Girl's Nite Slumber Paty Extreme at Paige's. Gossiping ensued...
Friday night in Birmingham was by far my favorite night. Celeste, Paige and I extended our Girl's Nite Slumber Party Extreme from Thursday night into the entirety of Friday. This consisted of bagels & coffee, a trip to the pool, a detour to the botanical gardens with David (I think C & P caught disco naps during this time), dinner at Chez Lu Lu, an art opening at Bare Hands Gallery, and bar hopping in 5 Points (dueling pianos, anyone?). We were pretty snazzy about the whole thing too... dressed to the 9s, though our own version of 9. Paige was decked out in a long, flowy, 70s style floral dress. Celeste wore something cabaret, something red and black. And I was punk rock in a dress most likely converted from a lumberjack shirt (pictures to follow, fingers crossed). Besides giving a guy hell for TOUCHING ME FROM BEHIND and wanting to see my tattoo (how not to hit on a tattooed girl...), it was a fight club free night.
Saturday I made brunch for/gorged Cel and Grant, then we went to Zach's bbq in eastwherethehellarewe. Again, lots of people in a short time frame--golden. Later that night Cel and I went to the Bottletree (eh, the tragically hip were there and didn't want to dance with us) and the Nick (best dive bar ever) for a hardcore show fronted by a teeny tiny blond girl. Good tunes.
Sunday was all about being productive. I cleaned my storage unit out, thus dealing with a good amount of crap I should have reconciled over a year ago. I also had dinner with my Dad and his wife. It was whatever.
Monday I shipped my redeemable crap to NYC. Thanks to the book rate offered by the USPS, it wasn't so bad. I'll have my own dishes in a few days too. And stemware. Where the hell did I get stemware?
I also had a nice dinner with my mom and a few drinks with Jason Foo.
Boned Monday night. Flew out at 6 AM this morning. Boned twice more. Home.
So what did I miss? I know someone got a dog...
Wednesday's block party was fun and I got to catch up with a good number of people in a short time frame. I met one of David's friends, named Mike, who fell in puppiness with Celeste and became the butt of our jokes the rest of the weekend due to his persistent calls and texts. Down, boy!
Thursday morning I went for a run and looked for Trey. I found a fat guy masturbating in his former apt. Trey, where the hell do you live now? Thursday night I had dinner with Jason B., my ex, then Girl's Nite Slumber Paty Extreme at Paige's. Gossiping ensued...
Friday night in Birmingham was by far my favorite night. Celeste, Paige and I extended our Girl's Nite Slumber Party Extreme from Thursday night into the entirety of Friday. This consisted of bagels & coffee, a trip to the pool, a detour to the botanical gardens with David (I think C & P caught disco naps during this time), dinner at Chez Lu Lu, an art opening at Bare Hands Gallery, and bar hopping in 5 Points (dueling pianos, anyone?). We were pretty snazzy about the whole thing too... dressed to the 9s, though our own version of 9. Paige was decked out in a long, flowy, 70s style floral dress. Celeste wore something cabaret, something red and black. And I was punk rock in a dress most likely converted from a lumberjack shirt (pictures to follow, fingers crossed). Besides giving a guy hell for TOUCHING ME FROM BEHIND and wanting to see my tattoo (how not to hit on a tattooed girl...), it was a fight club free night.
Saturday I made brunch for/gorged Cel and Grant, then we went to Zach's bbq in eastwherethehellarewe. Again, lots of people in a short time frame--golden. Later that night Cel and I went to the Bottletree (eh, the tragically hip were there and didn't want to dance with us) and the Nick (best dive bar ever) for a hardcore show fronted by a teeny tiny blond girl. Good tunes.
Sunday was all about being productive. I cleaned my storage unit out, thus dealing with a good amount of crap I should have reconciled over a year ago. I also had dinner with my Dad and his wife. It was whatever.
Monday I shipped my redeemable crap to NYC. Thanks to the book rate offered by the USPS, it wasn't so bad. I'll have my own dishes in a few days too. And stemware. Where the hell did I get stemware?
I also had a nice dinner with my mom and a few drinks with Jason Foo.
Boned Monday night. Flew out at 6 AM this morning. Boned twice more. Home.
So what did I miss? I know someone got a dog...