MONDAY MONDAY...
Had today off... got off work early yesterday, about 8, and went to WalMart to pick up some CD's fr my dad for father's day... also got Tom Waits Blood Money for myself and a DVD of Pump up the Volume for $6! Damn bargain bins, they get me everytime. so, i spent the day making tapes for my car b/c of my many planned road trips this summer. why not! i don't have a real job, i have no expenses, and i have a bitchin' ride. and i'm so close to so many other cities. plus it's so goddamned hot already that the cool breeze of the rampage is so tantalizing.
speaking of my little roadster, i washed her today. anyone that knows me knows i'm a complete slob and packrat. i pulled a sandwich out from underneath my passenger seat that was completely gray. gaaaahhhhh. i was flabbergasted. i just cleaned her out like 3 weeks ago, so the heat and humidity are doing crazy things to cars and food. it must have slipped undr there inadvertently b/c i'm pretty good about keeping food in the front so i remember to throw it out when it starts harassing me. it reminded me of the scene in the sweetest thing. back to the car. i also hauled out an entire industrial size garbage bag of stuff. now, don't mistake this as the stuff that i threw away. oh no, that went to the garbage vessel at the car wash. this bag was clothing, shoes, books, back scratchers, flea market finds, how to speak german on tape set, a triominoes game, scrabble, and about 6 purses.
i have a two seater.
yeah. it's crazy. but my madness came in handy last week at the arts festival between bands when we were bored, i ran to the car and whipped out tri-ominoes. jail style in the park, bitch.
kasey chambers and her band came to town last week. i worked with them at gavin, and got to be friends with kasey and worm and beej, so it was nice to see them. kasey just had a baby (she's my age) which was pretty funny b/c she's much like me in the mad crazy irresponsible manner. but he's a year old, and still alive, so maybe there's hope for me yet.
got the pool runnin'. i'm buying a suit tomorrow and praying to steve, the god of hairdo's that my blonde doesn't turn green.
bought dog food. chacha's still on the hand-prepared turkey and rice since her shitting red jello incident. because of the lake jumping incident.
and, that was my day. i turned my phone off and hid from all my suitors (it's getting ridiculous. ooh... funny story i'll tell later).
so yeah, basically hung around with the fam tonight and last night. watched the pianist... beautiful film, he totally deserved the oscar. very relaxing times.
so, the funny story. well, by some act of god, i didn't have to work saturday night. and mechanic boy was bound and determined that we were going to hang out. i've tired of him. he's impossible to have a conversation with because he does not talk. and i'm a talker. so, there's a lot of us staring at each other, and A LOT of me blathering idiotically trying to fill auditory space. but, when he does talk, it's about cars. fixing them, painting them, buying them, riding in them... garrr.
so, we meet in the park at the arts festival, and he's already pissing me off. he was supposed to meet me by the sound booth, where i was standing, and the whole time i'm watching the show, he's standing down by the stage looking for me. what idiot doesn't know that the sound booth is always toward the back? you know, for sound! so, instead of going to get him, i watch the show, then collect him afterward. it's then 8 o'clock, i'm running on 3 hours of bad sleep b/c i worked from 5-3 friday night, then got up and worked 8-5 saturday day, and now here i am (i did take a short disco nap in front of E!}. i'm hungry, he already ate. why the hell would you eat BEFORE going out for the evening. we were supposed to meet at 6. that entails dinner. so, we go to Fuel and Fuddle (Scott and i used to get the most kick ass bello sandwich with russet AND sweet potato fries there, i needed SP fries). i got the most amazing salad you've ever had in your life and a hefewizen with double lemons, of course. he gets a rolling rock. yup. microbrewery, he orders a rolling rock. then proceeeds to sit and stare at me in that stupid way. that stupid i'm-completely-infatuated-with-you-and-i'm-content-just-to-sit-here-and-stare-and-i-have-no-clue-that-it's-making-you-hate-me kinda way. all i ask for is a little converation, buddy. at that point, i would have welcomed car talk.
so, then we leave, and we go to our friend cheese's house. now cheese and i go way back, to about '94, and cheese and mechanic boy are friends, which i think is funny b/c there is like a 15 year age gap or something, but they're in the same car club, and cheese and mechanic boy like to get together and make fondue and have tiki parties (that's a whole nother bag of worms).
well, at cheese's house, we're sitting there at his bar, me and mechanic boy (me drinking whiskey, him drinking sprite), cheese (imported beer and shots of whiskey), and cheese's two 22 year old chick tenants (wine coolers!) and one of their boyfriends (nachos and rolling rock - again!). cheese the fabulous puts on a little ABBA's greatest hits... easy listening for the cocktail hour. it's great. it's wonderful. cheese and i are singing along.
the other four thought we were mad. they looked at us like i used to look at my parents singing along with neil young.
that's when i realized... i'm old. and i had nothing in common with these three young people.
it's true.
and, all they kept talking about were cars and car parts and blah blah blah...
i kept looking at my cell phone for the time. finally at midnight, i could take it no more. i told mechanic boy i was leaving and walking down to Gooski's...
...which is when it got fun. there was a punk band called the cheats playing... i was all dressed like marilyn and was singing in the microphone with the singer to jet boy jet girl... only i was doin' it LA style baby... he gave me cabesa. heh heh. i was a hit.
so then i started talking to suitor #4 (he happened to be there), a bass player here. we're having a great time, yadda yadda, and mechanic boy shows up.
while i'm sitting in bass-boys lap.
doing a shot.
yeah.
so, i managed to tell mechanic boy that there was no earthly way i was going to sit around in a hot apt with a bunch of people who don't know the words to fernando and talk about cars on my precious saturday night off.
and i also told him bass boy was gay. which he's not.
gaaaaahhhh!!!!!
it worked, MB left, and i went to party with BB. it got a little hazy after that b/c we went to some party at the band's house, and i was making pineapple drinks with the lead singer's wife and i think there was some karaoke involved. and some chick threw up on the kitchen table. ick.
and then BB and i went to breakfast and traipsed around the park for awhile and i went home.
the next morning when i woke up at home, surprisingly hangover free (probably the big breakfast), and i found my bra in my purse.
interesting.
i have fairly large breasts, and i think i would notice if i was walking around without one. then again, i was wearing a tight shirt, so who knows.
maybe that's why both MB and BB called me the next day.
lakshmi above, why won't he get the point?
so, the rundown on the suitors - i've been surprisingly reserved for quite awhile.
in order of appearance:
Booty call boy: strictly drunken sex, mostly around the holidays, but on call.
Mechanic Boy: great in theory... real job, own house, cool stuff, 5 years younger than me, ultimately kinda boring.
Jazzy Hipster guy: "independent film maker" by night - insurance dude during the day. really cool, exceptionally neurotic. also balding. and clingy. but takes me swing dancing and to jazz clubs, and plays. okay, i suggest them but he actually enjoys them when we go.
Bass Boy: plays bass in a lot of bitchin' bands, pgh hipster. deep dangerous voice. very fun. purveyor of the bra in purse incident.
Strange Funny internet boy: i like six feet under. i like television without pity. their SFU reviewer lives in pgh. we've emailed, talked in the forums. we met for coffee. either it's the coffee that make me wanna pee, or his uttererly hysterical sense of humor. also slightly balding. but hilarious and mocking. we sit at outside cafes and just mock mock mock the day away. yum. if only he was gay, we could go shoe shopping together.
could they be more different? could they be more NOT what i want? sigh....
took a bunch of emode tests tonight. i live in the middle of nowhere. i finished my latest book, and it was either watch tv with the fam or screw around on the internet. i think you know the result.
so, basically, i'm a poodle-like-rachel-from-friends-relationship-shy-independent-woman-who-has-problems-with-budgets-likes-to-shop-and-is-best-suited-in-a-career-where-i-use-my-creative-abilities type of girl.
why bother taking the tests. you all already know that, didn't you.
kisses
speaking of my little roadster, i washed her today. anyone that knows me knows i'm a complete slob and packrat. i pulled a sandwich out from underneath my passenger seat that was completely gray. gaaaahhhhh. i was flabbergasted. i just cleaned her out like 3 weeks ago, so the heat and humidity are doing crazy things to cars and food. it must have slipped undr there inadvertently b/c i'm pretty good about keeping food in the front so i remember to throw it out when it starts harassing me. it reminded me of the scene in the sweetest thing. back to the car. i also hauled out an entire industrial size garbage bag of stuff. now, don't mistake this as the stuff that i threw away. oh no, that went to the garbage vessel at the car wash. this bag was clothing, shoes, books, back scratchers, flea market finds, how to speak german on tape set, a triominoes game, scrabble, and about 6 purses.
i have a two seater.
yeah. it's crazy. but my madness came in handy last week at the arts festival between bands when we were bored, i ran to the car and whipped out tri-ominoes. jail style in the park, bitch.
kasey chambers and her band came to town last week. i worked with them at gavin, and got to be friends with kasey and worm and beej, so it was nice to see them. kasey just had a baby (she's my age) which was pretty funny b/c she's much like me in the mad crazy irresponsible manner. but he's a year old, and still alive, so maybe there's hope for me yet.
got the pool runnin'. i'm buying a suit tomorrow and praying to steve, the god of hairdo's that my blonde doesn't turn green.
bought dog food. chacha's still on the hand-prepared turkey and rice since her shitting red jello incident. because of the lake jumping incident.
and, that was my day. i turned my phone off and hid from all my suitors (it's getting ridiculous. ooh... funny story i'll tell later).
so yeah, basically hung around with the fam tonight and last night. watched the pianist... beautiful film, he totally deserved the oscar. very relaxing times.
so, the funny story. well, by some act of god, i didn't have to work saturday night. and mechanic boy was bound and determined that we were going to hang out. i've tired of him. he's impossible to have a conversation with because he does not talk. and i'm a talker. so, there's a lot of us staring at each other, and A LOT of me blathering idiotically trying to fill auditory space. but, when he does talk, it's about cars. fixing them, painting them, buying them, riding in them... garrr.
so, we meet in the park at the arts festival, and he's already pissing me off. he was supposed to meet me by the sound booth, where i was standing, and the whole time i'm watching the show, he's standing down by the stage looking for me. what idiot doesn't know that the sound booth is always toward the back? you know, for sound! so, instead of going to get him, i watch the show, then collect him afterward. it's then 8 o'clock, i'm running on 3 hours of bad sleep b/c i worked from 5-3 friday night, then got up and worked 8-5 saturday day, and now here i am (i did take a short disco nap in front of E!}. i'm hungry, he already ate. why the hell would you eat BEFORE going out for the evening. we were supposed to meet at 6. that entails dinner. so, we go to Fuel and Fuddle (Scott and i used to get the most kick ass bello sandwich with russet AND sweet potato fries there, i needed SP fries). i got the most amazing salad you've ever had in your life and a hefewizen with double lemons, of course. he gets a rolling rock. yup. microbrewery, he orders a rolling rock. then proceeeds to sit and stare at me in that stupid way. that stupid i'm-completely-infatuated-with-you-and-i'm-content-just-to-sit-here-and-stare-and-i-have-no-clue-that-it's-making-you-hate-me kinda way. all i ask for is a little converation, buddy. at that point, i would have welcomed car talk.
so, then we leave, and we go to our friend cheese's house. now cheese and i go way back, to about '94, and cheese and mechanic boy are friends, which i think is funny b/c there is like a 15 year age gap or something, but they're in the same car club, and cheese and mechanic boy like to get together and make fondue and have tiki parties (that's a whole nother bag of worms).
well, at cheese's house, we're sitting there at his bar, me and mechanic boy (me drinking whiskey, him drinking sprite), cheese (imported beer and shots of whiskey), and cheese's two 22 year old chick tenants (wine coolers!) and one of their boyfriends (nachos and rolling rock - again!). cheese the fabulous puts on a little ABBA's greatest hits... easy listening for the cocktail hour. it's great. it's wonderful. cheese and i are singing along.
the other four thought we were mad. they looked at us like i used to look at my parents singing along with neil young.
that's when i realized... i'm old. and i had nothing in common with these three young people.
it's true.
and, all they kept talking about were cars and car parts and blah blah blah...
i kept looking at my cell phone for the time. finally at midnight, i could take it no more. i told mechanic boy i was leaving and walking down to Gooski's...
...which is when it got fun. there was a punk band called the cheats playing... i was all dressed like marilyn and was singing in the microphone with the singer to jet boy jet girl... only i was doin' it LA style baby... he gave me cabesa. heh heh. i was a hit.
so then i started talking to suitor #4 (he happened to be there), a bass player here. we're having a great time, yadda yadda, and mechanic boy shows up.
while i'm sitting in bass-boys lap.
doing a shot.
yeah.
so, i managed to tell mechanic boy that there was no earthly way i was going to sit around in a hot apt with a bunch of people who don't know the words to fernando and talk about cars on my precious saturday night off.
and i also told him bass boy was gay. which he's not.
gaaaaahhhh!!!!!
it worked, MB left, and i went to party with BB. it got a little hazy after that b/c we went to some party at the band's house, and i was making pineapple drinks with the lead singer's wife and i think there was some karaoke involved. and some chick threw up on the kitchen table. ick.
and then BB and i went to breakfast and traipsed around the park for awhile and i went home.
the next morning when i woke up at home, surprisingly hangover free (probably the big breakfast), and i found my bra in my purse.
interesting.
i have fairly large breasts, and i think i would notice if i was walking around without one. then again, i was wearing a tight shirt, so who knows.
maybe that's why both MB and BB called me the next day.
lakshmi above, why won't he get the point?
so, the rundown on the suitors - i've been surprisingly reserved for quite awhile.
in order of appearance:
Booty call boy: strictly drunken sex, mostly around the holidays, but on call.
Mechanic Boy: great in theory... real job, own house, cool stuff, 5 years younger than me, ultimately kinda boring.
Jazzy Hipster guy: "independent film maker" by night - insurance dude during the day. really cool, exceptionally neurotic. also balding. and clingy. but takes me swing dancing and to jazz clubs, and plays. okay, i suggest them but he actually enjoys them when we go.
Bass Boy: plays bass in a lot of bitchin' bands, pgh hipster. deep dangerous voice. very fun. purveyor of the bra in purse incident.
Strange Funny internet boy: i like six feet under. i like television without pity. their SFU reviewer lives in pgh. we've emailed, talked in the forums. we met for coffee. either it's the coffee that make me wanna pee, or his uttererly hysterical sense of humor. also slightly balding. but hilarious and mocking. we sit at outside cafes and just mock mock mock the day away. yum. if only he was gay, we could go shoe shopping together.
could they be more different? could they be more NOT what i want? sigh....
took a bunch of emode tests tonight. i live in the middle of nowhere. i finished my latest book, and it was either watch tv with the fam or screw around on the internet. i think you know the result.
so, basically, i'm a poodle-like-rachel-from-friends-relationship-shy-independent-woman-who-has-problems-with-budgets-likes-to-shop-and-is-best-suited-in-a-career-where-i-use-my-creative-abilities type of girl.
why bother taking the tests. you all already know that, didn't you.
kisses