they drop your drink, then they bring you more
belated birthday weekend posting.
Saturday night was great. Almost all of the important people were there, save Andrea (out of town for a wedding) and Rene (out of town for a funeral). Pre-partying at the apartment was low-key (due to the landlord living in the building), but a good time. Daria makes excellent vodka martinis, I make gin and tonics that are too strong for most, and Steph and Daria surprised me with brownies and birthday candles. Luke gave me a mysterious gift as my present -- a round metal ring, about 5 or 6 inches in diameter -- and wouldn't tell me what it was: I had to guess. He gave me 10 chances, I got bored/impatient after 6, and I still need to ask him what the hell it is. Nita assures me that I will love it once I find out it's function.
After several rounds of drinks, we walked over to Southpaw around midnight. Didn't have to wait in line too long (15 minutes?), and luckily met up with Andy, Wes, and Oka before going inside. I agree with Andy that it was too bad the group split. I did my best to mingle with both, but I'm admittedly bad about it. Since seventh grade my birthday parties have always attempted to combine groups with dissimilar interests. I never realize how different the crowds I hang with are until I get them in a room together. But since we're more or less adults now, at least the drama and hurt feelings have ceased. I think.
My friends Alda and Jade showed up late-ish (2 am?). I'd lost track of time, but in terms of events, that's around the time that I began feeling, uh, a little ill. So, I saw them in line, said hello, but then I didn't catch up with them and I feel bad. I've only gotten sick from drinking twice: first time was in Florence at our "anti-Valentine's party"; second time was this past Saturday on my 25th birthday. yuk. not a bad record, but I still find it embarrasing to get sick. One woman in the bathroom was impressed: "wow. you recover well." uh, thanks. Glad I can still appear normal even though my body is fucked up. Props to Nita for walking me around the block in the cold wind. I think my Sunday would have been a lot worse otherwise.
So, yeah, Sunday: hungover. My equilibrium was delicate until about, oh 2pm. My crazy self was up and awake starting at 8am. ?! Had brunch with Maxine, old dance friend in town from Austin, in Carroll Gardens, on a very cute outdoor patio. Weather was goregeous, and of course, made me sick (allergies), so Monday I stayed home from work. Monday: didn't do much but stay indoors and reformat my computer. 15 hours over the course of two days ended in sucess: I now have OSX Panther running on my Mac, updated iTunes and purchasing power at the iTunes music store!!!!, my old software still works with Classic, and I finally, after 3 months of living in my new place, can connect to the internet at home. Victory!! (Verizon does not support OS9; those fuckers.)
Saturday night was great. Almost all of the important people were there, save Andrea (out of town for a wedding) and Rene (out of town for a funeral). Pre-partying at the apartment was low-key (due to the landlord living in the building), but a good time. Daria makes excellent vodka martinis, I make gin and tonics that are too strong for most, and Steph and Daria surprised me with brownies and birthday candles. Luke gave me a mysterious gift as my present -- a round metal ring, about 5 or 6 inches in diameter -- and wouldn't tell me what it was: I had to guess. He gave me 10 chances, I got bored/impatient after 6, and I still need to ask him what the hell it is. Nita assures me that I will love it once I find out it's function.
After several rounds of drinks, we walked over to Southpaw around midnight. Didn't have to wait in line too long (15 minutes?), and luckily met up with Andy, Wes, and Oka before going inside. I agree with Andy that it was too bad the group split. I did my best to mingle with both, but I'm admittedly bad about it. Since seventh grade my birthday parties have always attempted to combine groups with dissimilar interests. I never realize how different the crowds I hang with are until I get them in a room together. But since we're more or less adults now, at least the drama and hurt feelings have ceased. I think.
My friends Alda and Jade showed up late-ish (2 am?). I'd lost track of time, but in terms of events, that's around the time that I began feeling, uh, a little ill. So, I saw them in line, said hello, but then I didn't catch up with them and I feel bad. I've only gotten sick from drinking twice: first time was in Florence at our "anti-Valentine's party"; second time was this past Saturday on my 25th birthday. yuk. not a bad record, but I still find it embarrasing to get sick. One woman in the bathroom was impressed: "wow. you recover well." uh, thanks. Glad I can still appear normal even though my body is fucked up. Props to Nita for walking me around the block in the cold wind. I think my Sunday would have been a lot worse otherwise.
So, yeah, Sunday: hungover. My equilibrium was delicate until about, oh 2pm. My crazy self was up and awake starting at 8am. ?! Had brunch with Maxine, old dance friend in town from Austin, in Carroll Gardens, on a very cute outdoor patio. Weather was goregeous, and of course, made me sick (allergies), so Monday I stayed home from work. Monday: didn't do much but stay indoors and reformat my computer. 15 hours over the course of two days ended in sucess: I now have OSX Panther running on my Mac, updated iTunes and purchasing power at the iTunes music store!!!!, my old software still works with Classic, and I finally, after 3 months of living in my new place, can connect to the internet at home. Victory!! (Verizon does not support OS9; those fuckers.)