bottleneck!
Just FYI, it's 4am and I am so awake. So we're all on the same page, y'know.
As it has been awhile since I posted, I might as well note that I am feeling dubiously fine. (Why do I always describe me feeling fine as "dubious?" It's a sickness, I tell ya.) I don't appear to be on the verge of being sacked at either the Orchestra or the Weekly. Friends seem to be reasonably together. Jon even recorded an EP! (Oh yeah WarrenhasbecomeanalcoholicandhehashadruninswiththeSecretServiceandhisflatmatesaregettingsickofhisdrunkenasswholeroutine. But that's all!) Bronwen e-mailed me a request to catch up sometime in the forseeable future and when I checked out her site, she had posted something along the lines of feeling claustrophobic and missing in sentiment since she moved to Baltimore. And I am just the man for this job. Additionally, last Friday I wound up being sidetracked on the way to the Gimme Shelter screening (sold-out; congrats, Michael!) vis-a-vis a run-in with Jessica Pressler, on whom I have a slight crush (but whom is a superior at work and 24 and has a boyfriend of substantial time and about whom Joel described as a "four mega-ton bitch" due to an unfortunate occurance with her years ago). Wound up going to a Korean restuarant across the street with another girl (whose name I, predictably, forget -- terrible with names) for a quick bite which turned into a two-hour dinner. I was, for me, quick on my toes with the witticisms and the snarky comments. Even added the adjective "boss" to her vernacular. Drank Sake; revealed too much about myself (the prom story was one; the lesbianism story was another). Took a cab home with her (we're neighbors, alas) and -- I'm blaming the sake -- very-subtly-but-not-really-actually dropped suggestive hints that we forget her paramour and go back to one of our flats and shag (or, I dunno, get to know eachother -- I'm not the "let's go in the back and shag" kinda guy, when I get down to it). Did I mention she's a superior at work? Still, she was very cute and charming and even pointed out a great quote in The Tempest as a terrific insult. Such a shame being in these shoes.
Regardless, my outlook on this is optimistic, not because I think she'd do something as churlish as dump her boyfriend and come and shack up with me (which I, er, don't want anyway), but because I was able to familiarize myself with people I've never familiarized myself with before, and I enjoyed it, too. I rather wish I'd become better friends with Pressler as she has an energy and acuteness that I find quite a lot of fun. She's cute, too, did I mention that? And taken. And a superior at work.
It is 4:22am.
As it has been awhile since I posted, I might as well note that I am feeling dubiously fine. (Why do I always describe me feeling fine as "dubious?" It's a sickness, I tell ya.) I don't appear to be on the verge of being sacked at either the Orchestra or the Weekly. Friends seem to be reasonably together. Jon even recorded an EP! (Oh yeah WarrenhasbecomeanalcoholicandhehashadruninswiththeSecretServiceandhisflatmatesaregettingsickofhisdrunkenasswholeroutine. But that's all!) Bronwen e-mailed me a request to catch up sometime in the forseeable future and when I checked out her site, she had posted something along the lines of feeling claustrophobic and missing in sentiment since she moved to Baltimore. And I am just the man for this job. Additionally, last Friday I wound up being sidetracked on the way to the Gimme Shelter screening (sold-out; congrats, Michael!) vis-a-vis a run-in with Jessica Pressler, on whom I have a slight crush (but whom is a superior at work and 24 and has a boyfriend of substantial time and about whom Joel described as a "four mega-ton bitch" due to an unfortunate occurance with her years ago). Wound up going to a Korean restuarant across the street with another girl (whose name I, predictably, forget -- terrible with names) for a quick bite which turned into a two-hour dinner. I was, for me, quick on my toes with the witticisms and the snarky comments. Even added the adjective "boss" to her vernacular. Drank Sake; revealed too much about myself (the prom story was one; the lesbianism story was another). Took a cab home with her (we're neighbors, alas) and -- I'm blaming the sake -- very-subtly-but-not-really-actually dropped suggestive hints that we forget her paramour and go back to one of our flats and shag (or, I dunno, get to know eachother -- I'm not the "let's go in the back and shag" kinda guy, when I get down to it). Did I mention she's a superior at work? Still, she was very cute and charming and even pointed out a great quote in The Tempest as a terrific insult. Such a shame being in these shoes.
Regardless, my outlook on this is optimistic, not because I think she'd do something as churlish as dump her boyfriend and come and shack up with me (which I, er, don't want anyway), but because I was able to familiarize myself with people I've never familiarized myself with before, and I enjoyed it, too. I rather wish I'd become better friends with Pressler as she has an energy and acuteness that I find quite a lot of fun. She's cute, too, did I mention that? And taken. And a superior at work.
It is 4:22am.