Breather

Aug 08, 2008 11:04

Oh man. Got to the airport with plenty of time to spare and treated myself to a 15 minute chair massage. Then I could finally collect myself.

Last Friday I had a dildo-cam ultrasound. The technician didn't see any irregularities, and I got to hear the sound of my own blood rushing through my ovaries. My gyno's supposed to contact me once she sees the scans.
Friday night I met Allison and we toasted Jana and her birthday at Chill Lounge. Alllison wasn't drinking and it was an early night for her. I ended up on a Kafka-esque journey to Greenpoint for an art/house party. Got home at 4:30am.

Saturday I chilled, did some cleaning, laundry, and pre-packing. At night, I once again met Allison for yet another birthday party, this time at Vigg Bar. It was a crazy night that crescendoed with Allison and I challenging 2 guys to a pop-n-lock dance-off. The guy gushes to Allison, "You're the most interesting girl here!" She replies, "Your breath stinks." Romance.
I ended the night providing body bait at Carey's to see if the bedbugs were gone. No bites the next morning!

Sunday I proved my contribution to society by vacuuming and eating an entire pepperoni pizza. I seriously can't recall doing much else.

This week was a blur. I got my first official freelance writing assignment for Time Out New York. But when I pitched the piece that involved me approaching tourists and New Yorkers cold, it didn't really hit me that I might have to, you know.........do it. I'm extremely shy and it was excruciating. If Allison hadn't helped out, I don't know what I would've done.

The rest of my time I spent getting ahead of the 8 ball to prepare for vacation. I really can't comprehend that in 24 hours I'll be sitting on the dock at the edge of a gorgeous lake with absolutely nothing to do. I can't friggin' wait.

bedbugs, social life, lady stuff, writing, vacation

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