All The Kings Men
Worked Monday, where they graciously allowed me to pick up a shift tonight so that I could pay for a greyhound bus ticket to the shooting of the zombie movie. It's weird finally entering that working state where employees fight to work more. Every other job I've had, people generally fight to work less, whether less shifts, less performances, less customers. I've known that bar and restaurant staff often fight to pick up extra shifts, and how easy it is to drop a weekend shift for travel because others are glad to scoop it up, but I've never experienced asking for more work before.
I ran the gauntlet Monday, as usual. Picked up groceries, then ballet from 1830-1930, then a break for food, then 30 minutes of intense dancing by taking half of another class, then volunteering 2100-2215, then walking up to the GreasySpoon and working all night long, until 0700. Next, traveling to Kirby's for cleaning the GhostHouse, complete with a trip to the store for Windex, all told I cleaned from 1200-1500 (I did take a very brief nap when I first arrived). Then off again, to drop the groceries finally off at home, and head out for rockclimbing with a stranger from CL.
I was unable to belay. I could not remember my tie-in knots and failed the test. I felt really embarrassed and kindof guilty, but we did some bouldering and my forearms are still proving sore. Slept afterward, off and on through Wednesday, when I went to TGV to make up a couple of hours and then went to the Drag-King show at Club Chaos. I'd dragged Dragondog with me, on account I needed something like a car in which to stow my backpack (which weren't allowed). The show started an hour late, and we'd both planned on leaving before the time it actually started, but once it had begun there was no chance of us going. It was an amazing show, funny and entertaining and full of energy, much more fun than a Drag-Queen show. A good crowd mix, and no one minded that I came with a guy in tow. In fact, he knew more people there than I did (some of the Midnight crew showed up) despite never having been there. If I ever get the chance, I might throw down and do a skit, I could probably learn a mean 'Billy Jean' if I wanted and I have the right build for Michael Jackson. Dragondog and I had planned for me to crash at his place, this was really my first true 'date' since Commando finally called it irrevocably quits, and cuddle up. Only, despite whatever I'd said previously, Dragondogs idea of cuddle up is more like cuddle up and make out. One, I am NOT terribly touchy feely in general, and he is -- an obvious problem. Two, if I choose to be touchy feely, I want to be the one initiating contact and not vice versa -- all contact, always. Three, I treasure sleep like nobody's business these days. There is a point where I only want to cuddle if the opposing party ISN'T MOVING because that annoyingly keeps me awake, and, unlike Dragondog and most normal people I know, I cannot sleep in fits and naps all night long. It takes me a good 30-40 minutes to fully fall asleep.
Sad really, I liked Dragondog, but I can't do holding hands, or PDA, and while I logically knew I was safe sleeping over, my gut didn't feel safe. Of course, sleeping single I generally have my knife strapped to my hand, so that shows how much my gut knows. Either way, I had nightmares all night about feeling trapped, or making some terrible error, or one in which I stabbed Dragondog and couldn't control my hands, and I knew the evening wasn't going to work out.
I don't want to be in another relationship, and don't plan on being in one, but I wouldn't mind finding a temp-to-semi-permanent cuddle buddy, and by that I meaning cuddling without the making out parts, which I was totally uninterested in at that time. I should call Sweetie for such things, I suppose, she's always been a great snuggler.
I ran the gauntlet Monday, as usual. Picked up groceries, then ballet from 1830-1930, then a break for food, then 30 minutes of intense dancing by taking half of another class, then volunteering 2100-2215, then walking up to the GreasySpoon and working all night long, until 0700. Next, traveling to Kirby's for cleaning the GhostHouse, complete with a trip to the store for Windex, all told I cleaned from 1200-1500 (I did take a very brief nap when I first arrived). Then off again, to drop the groceries finally off at home, and head out for rockclimbing with a stranger from CL.
I was unable to belay. I could not remember my tie-in knots and failed the test. I felt really embarrassed and kindof guilty, but we did some bouldering and my forearms are still proving sore. Slept afterward, off and on through Wednesday, when I went to TGV to make up a couple of hours and then went to the Drag-King show at Club Chaos. I'd dragged Dragondog with me, on account I needed something like a car in which to stow my backpack (which weren't allowed). The show started an hour late, and we'd both planned on leaving before the time it actually started, but once it had begun there was no chance of us going. It was an amazing show, funny and entertaining and full of energy, much more fun than a Drag-Queen show. A good crowd mix, and no one minded that I came with a guy in tow. In fact, he knew more people there than I did (some of the Midnight crew showed up) despite never having been there. If I ever get the chance, I might throw down and do a skit, I could probably learn a mean 'Billy Jean' if I wanted and I have the right build for Michael Jackson. Dragondog and I had planned for me to crash at his place, this was really my first true 'date' since Commando finally called it irrevocably quits, and cuddle up. Only, despite whatever I'd said previously, Dragondogs idea of cuddle up is more like cuddle up and make out. One, I am NOT terribly touchy feely in general, and he is -- an obvious problem. Two, if I choose to be touchy feely, I want to be the one initiating contact and not vice versa -- all contact, always. Three, I treasure sleep like nobody's business these days. There is a point where I only want to cuddle if the opposing party ISN'T MOVING because that annoyingly keeps me awake, and, unlike Dragondog and most normal people I know, I cannot sleep in fits and naps all night long. It takes me a good 30-40 minutes to fully fall asleep.
Sad really, I liked Dragondog, but I can't do holding hands, or PDA, and while I logically knew I was safe sleeping over, my gut didn't feel safe. Of course, sleeping single I generally have my knife strapped to my hand, so that shows how much my gut knows. Either way, I had nightmares all night about feeling trapped, or making some terrible error, or one in which I stabbed Dragondog and couldn't control my hands, and I knew the evening wasn't going to work out.
I don't want to be in another relationship, and don't plan on being in one, but I wouldn't mind finding a temp-to-semi-permanent cuddle buddy, and by that I meaning cuddling without the making out parts, which I was totally uninterested in at that time. I should call Sweetie for such things, I suppose, she's always been a great snuggler.