The weekend in review
This was an interesting weekend. I use the word interesting in many different contexts, forms and varying degrees. It all depends on which part of the weekend we're talking about.
I digress.
Zachary and the Ship of Fools
Friday, I get a message from Zach, the holiday ex. Now, his roommate Mark and I are friends (indeed the person I see play on Tuesdays), and I hold nothing against Zach. I can forgive anyone almost anything, but trust, well, that's another story. Zach wanted to go out for drinks, his treat. Okay.
It was a good night, had a chat, caught up on stuff, but of course, who is at Barrow St Grill that evening, but...everyone. So I get looks from a few people, Adam asks me what the hell I'm doing with Zach, Hunter looks at us funny, other people who I'm sure will carry the gossip to a certain irritating little coke fiend entertainment lawyer slut, blah blah. Eddie, as in Brick Shithouse (tm) Eddie was there, cornered me and I explained why things won't work with us, about his inability to understand when he's being a jerk, how to accept and give apologies, etc. Lex was there, grrr, as well. I've just put that one away; I don't think it would work between us anyhow. Romano was there, too, and between his and Eddie's watching me talk to Zach, Lex, and all of Lex's friends, it was an odd night Zach walked me home, as there has been a bit of a rash of personal crimes lately (the hood kids finally caught on that there's money here; I've spoken to a few people at City Hall that come in and asked why the patrols aren't out at night. Hopefully someone will kick some shins until that's fixed), and we watched the 2nd Vampire Hunter D movie. Afterward, he tried to get a bit affectionate, and I cut that one off immediately, and made him go home. Sorry, besides the girlfriend (whether or not I think it's a joke), refer to earlier part of this story.
Just Another Boring Saturday
Saturday, well, long day at work, but Anne-Marie and I manage to have fun even when we're bored. We make outrageous jokes about people that come in and amuse ourselves by being generally odd and silly and crass.
Wham, Bam, Thank You, Ma'am, Time to Get Pissed
Sunday, I get up and walk outside to get picked up by Anne-Marie and the rest of the staff to head to David's house in Bayonne for our annual staff party. What is the first thing that hits my eyes, but my now-wrecked car. Great. Some drunk asshole from Booney's down the road couldn't get out of the parallel park and rammed into my car, probably to move it out of the way. The hood is bowed up and crumpled, the bumper is trashed, I think one of the quarter panels got bent a bit. Fucking hell. I was trying to sell the car, now I just have to donate it to charity for a tax write-off I don't need. Between needing a new top, and the body work (it never had been in a wreck before, great), and the heat coil, never mind. Now I'm better just ridding myself of it.
Got to the party on a downer note, but they cheered me up with an immediate pina colada, which we all, being mostly bartenders at a non-blender bar (unlike me, who, unfortunately has had too much experience with blender drinks) had fun mucking about with. Mine were the best. ;) Dave started the appetizer grilling, we kept drinking beer and margaritas and shots, eating food as he made it (he does do a great barby) and then I changed into my bikini and it started raining. Boo. So we headed inside for a rousing game of Killers, which is actually a great card game that's simple enough to be easy to play when drunk. They play it all the time, actually. You're supposed to curse the hell out of the person that "kills" you as you play. We were all very good at that part.
The barby continued as the rain stopped, and Dave did the main courses, veggie burger for me, pasta and Irish potato salads (yummmmm), pork and chicken and steak for everyone else, grilled, super-fresh grilled corn that was soooo sweet, and of course, lots of alcoholic bevvies. Hey, the sign told us it was manadatory to get pissed...We tried really hard to follow our employer's wishes. As it got dark, and we got drunker, more swimming, and then Eddie and Sue disappear for a bit. When they return, we see the product of their devilish, intoxicated evil plans: Eddie comes strutting out in one of Sue's bikinis, complete with potato-boobies. We all pissed ourselves laughing. We couldn't stop. There's a picture of Darniss, Sue and Eddie in bikinis, posing like the Bud girls. He stayed in the bikini until we left, and he and I had a game of catch across the volleyball net in the pool with his potatoes.
We all got dried off, dressed and got a cab to the Merchant for drinks. We continued with the getting pissed process (having had lots of experience; we're professionals, don't try to do this with us. When we're in for a session, we take it very seriously) and hung out with all the regulars and I was happy Patrick was there. Clare and Tristan and Kris came by and then drug me into the city to hang out. Now, understand, I'd been drinking since about noon. It was about 1:30. We all went out, kept drinking, and I got home around 4:30. Hey, not bad: a 16-hour drinking session, and I'm still upright, talking, walking and making sense. Scary.
Can You Show Me the Way to Frugal Street?
I went to Jersey Gardens with Clare and Tristan yesterday and bought some stuff as I can't afford to go to Atlanta. I got a cool dark purple courdoroy skirt, a green tshirt blouse thing, black work pants that look great, and then I made the mistake of walking into Wilson's Leather.
Now understand. As a veggie, I still wear more leather than anyone else I know, meat-eater or otherwise. I won't eat the inside, I'll wear the outsides...I was just going to get a new purse for 12 bucks, but no...I walk all the way into the store. Now, also understand this is an outlet mall. Most of the stores are outlet stores. I found, much to my dismay (and secret glee) a wonderful mossy yellow-green thin suede jacket. It cuts at the waist and has darts in front to form-fit it. It has one button. It was beautiful. I thought to myself, "Okay, maybe it's the wrong size." (there was only one) It was a small. "Okay...maybe it's too small, yeah! Maybe it won't fit my shoulders." I tried it on..it sat perfectly and looks gorgeous. Damn. "Maybe it's too expensive!" $60. "Well, shit." Of course I bought it. I now have an uber-sweet fall and spring jacket. I rejoiced (secretly).
Anyhow, slow night last night, got rid of Jim before he got too terribly drunk. He behaved. I think Tom, his roommate spoke to him after I spoke to both of them seperately about my worries. He also registered to take his LSAT in October to try to get into law school. He hadn't even mentioned his dreams and aspirations for so long, it scared me, and I said so. I'm glad he apparently pulled his head up, shook the confusion off a bit and thought, "Shit, I haven't done anything about my life in months. What am I doing?" Trust me, after the other week when he freaked me out and I called him and had a talk with him that night, I have seen some improvement, and I think also after Tom spoke to him, maybe he realized he was on the fast road to hell. I breathed a huge sigh of relief last night.
Anyway, tomorrow morning Jim and Ward and I are borrowing Anne-Marie's truck to move my big, velvet, moss-green (GREEN!) overstuffed chair and ottoman, and kitchen table (for my work table) from Ward's to here, and the entertainment center to Jim's along with my other chair to Jim's. This should be fun. Jim up at 8:30 to move furniture after getting off work at 5am. Heheheheh. I'll bring coffee.
I digress.
Zachary and the Ship of Fools
Friday, I get a message from Zach, the holiday ex. Now, his roommate Mark and I are friends (indeed the person I see play on Tuesdays), and I hold nothing against Zach. I can forgive anyone almost anything, but trust, well, that's another story. Zach wanted to go out for drinks, his treat. Okay.
It was a good night, had a chat, caught up on stuff, but of course, who is at Barrow St Grill that evening, but...everyone. So I get looks from a few people, Adam asks me what the hell I'm doing with Zach, Hunter looks at us funny, other people who I'm sure will carry the gossip to a certain irritating little coke fiend entertainment lawyer slut, blah blah. Eddie, as in Brick Shithouse (tm) Eddie was there, cornered me and I explained why things won't work with us, about his inability to understand when he's being a jerk, how to accept and give apologies, etc. Lex was there, grrr, as well. I've just put that one away; I don't think it would work between us anyhow. Romano was there, too, and between his and Eddie's watching me talk to Zach, Lex, and all of Lex's friends, it was an odd night Zach walked me home, as there has been a bit of a rash of personal crimes lately (the hood kids finally caught on that there's money here; I've spoken to a few people at City Hall that come in and asked why the patrols aren't out at night. Hopefully someone will kick some shins until that's fixed), and we watched the 2nd Vampire Hunter D movie. Afterward, he tried to get a bit affectionate, and I cut that one off immediately, and made him go home. Sorry, besides the girlfriend (whether or not I think it's a joke), refer to earlier part of this story.
Just Another Boring Saturday
Saturday, well, long day at work, but Anne-Marie and I manage to have fun even when we're bored. We make outrageous jokes about people that come in and amuse ourselves by being generally odd and silly and crass.
Wham, Bam, Thank You, Ma'am, Time to Get Pissed
Sunday, I get up and walk outside to get picked up by Anne-Marie and the rest of the staff to head to David's house in Bayonne for our annual staff party. What is the first thing that hits my eyes, but my now-wrecked car. Great. Some drunk asshole from Booney's down the road couldn't get out of the parallel park and rammed into my car, probably to move it out of the way. The hood is bowed up and crumpled, the bumper is trashed, I think one of the quarter panels got bent a bit. Fucking hell. I was trying to sell the car, now I just have to donate it to charity for a tax write-off I don't need. Between needing a new top, and the body work (it never had been in a wreck before, great), and the heat coil, never mind. Now I'm better just ridding myself of it.
Got to the party on a downer note, but they cheered me up with an immediate pina colada, which we all, being mostly bartenders at a non-blender bar (unlike me, who, unfortunately has had too much experience with blender drinks) had fun mucking about with. Mine were the best. ;) Dave started the appetizer grilling, we kept drinking beer and margaritas and shots, eating food as he made it (he does do a great barby) and then I changed into my bikini and it started raining. Boo. So we headed inside for a rousing game of Killers, which is actually a great card game that's simple enough to be easy to play when drunk. They play it all the time, actually. You're supposed to curse the hell out of the person that "kills" you as you play. We were all very good at that part.
The barby continued as the rain stopped, and Dave did the main courses, veggie burger for me, pasta and Irish potato salads (yummmmm), pork and chicken and steak for everyone else, grilled, super-fresh grilled corn that was soooo sweet, and of course, lots of alcoholic bevvies. Hey, the sign told us it was manadatory to get pissed...We tried really hard to follow our employer's wishes. As it got dark, and we got drunker, more swimming, and then Eddie and Sue disappear for a bit. When they return, we see the product of their devilish, intoxicated evil plans: Eddie comes strutting out in one of Sue's bikinis, complete with potato-boobies. We all pissed ourselves laughing. We couldn't stop. There's a picture of Darniss, Sue and Eddie in bikinis, posing like the Bud girls. He stayed in the bikini until we left, and he and I had a game of catch across the volleyball net in the pool with his potatoes.
We all got dried off, dressed and got a cab to the Merchant for drinks. We continued with the getting pissed process (having had lots of experience; we're professionals, don't try to do this with us. When we're in for a session, we take it very seriously) and hung out with all the regulars and I was happy Patrick was there. Clare and Tristan and Kris came by and then drug me into the city to hang out. Now, understand, I'd been drinking since about noon. It was about 1:30. We all went out, kept drinking, and I got home around 4:30. Hey, not bad: a 16-hour drinking session, and I'm still upright, talking, walking and making sense. Scary.
Can You Show Me the Way to Frugal Street?
I went to Jersey Gardens with Clare and Tristan yesterday and bought some stuff as I can't afford to go to Atlanta. I got a cool dark purple courdoroy skirt, a green tshirt blouse thing, black work pants that look great, and then I made the mistake of walking into Wilson's Leather.
Now understand. As a veggie, I still wear more leather than anyone else I know, meat-eater or otherwise. I won't eat the inside, I'll wear the outsides...I was just going to get a new purse for 12 bucks, but no...I walk all the way into the store. Now, also understand this is an outlet mall. Most of the stores are outlet stores. I found, much to my dismay (and secret glee) a wonderful mossy yellow-green thin suede jacket. It cuts at the waist and has darts in front to form-fit it. It has one button. It was beautiful. I thought to myself, "Okay, maybe it's the wrong size." (there was only one) It was a small. "Okay...maybe it's too small, yeah! Maybe it won't fit my shoulders." I tried it on..it sat perfectly and looks gorgeous. Damn. "Maybe it's too expensive!" $60. "Well, shit." Of course I bought it. I now have an uber-sweet fall and spring jacket. I rejoiced (secretly).
Anyhow, slow night last night, got rid of Jim before he got too terribly drunk. He behaved. I think Tom, his roommate spoke to him after I spoke to both of them seperately about my worries. He also registered to take his LSAT in October to try to get into law school. He hadn't even mentioned his dreams and aspirations for so long, it scared me, and I said so. I'm glad he apparently pulled his head up, shook the confusion off a bit and thought, "Shit, I haven't done anything about my life in months. What am I doing?" Trust me, after the other week when he freaked me out and I called him and had a talk with him that night, I have seen some improvement, and I think also after Tom spoke to him, maybe he realized he was on the fast road to hell. I breathed a huge sigh of relief last night.
Anyway, tomorrow morning Jim and Ward and I are borrowing Anne-Marie's truck to move my big, velvet, moss-green (GREEN!) overstuffed chair and ottoman, and kitchen table (for my work table) from Ward's to here, and the entertainment center to Jim's along with my other chair to Jim's. This should be fun. Jim up at 8:30 to move furniture after getting off work at 5am. Heheheheh. I'll bring coffee.