Each coming night
Saturday was 24-Comic Day. I wish it had been more of a success. I did manage to produce 3 pages of my year-in-Gainesville memoir, which gets us through the breakup with Noah and Kim's intro and invitation to a keg party. I would really like to have a full mini-comic before the Comic-Con this July.
We ended up going to local bar Coogan's, which I've always thought of as a blue-collar joint. Certainly it's seemed so on weeknights. But it was hopping tonight, with karaoke and a group of gay guys and the girls that love them, all of whom came up to us (well, to Nico) and chatted us up all night. I was attracted to Wade, who was OF COURSE hitting on Nico, and OF COURSE in a relationship, and OF COURSE a complete drunken asshole. At least I'm consistent on these points, though he may be the first who's hit all three. Hedging my bets after seeing Wade get into a racial altercation outside and having his friends beg pardon for his behavior, I decided to, well, focus on his cute (if less striking) boyfriend Ryan. I offered him a job at Random House and my moral outrage over the practice of circumcision, neither of which I can likely deliver on. But they've been together three months and I give it another two.
As I'm writing this, Billy just got fanmail from a girl that thought he was 36 based on his online pictures. HA!
Where was I?
It was a nice week, though extremely hectic at work. Mallory was out of town and I assume it was a trial run before her maternity leave. I stepped to the plate, but it involved ten-hour days and a severe fraying of the nerves. I did get my first try at line-editing (it took me the better part of a day to edit ten pages) and also had deadlines with inputing her edits and approving digital proofs on the next Magic Tree House. Not to mention training the new assistant. Sheesh.
Despite all this, I had Stephin Merritt on Monday, a modern dance show with David and his folks on Tuesday, drinks with Nico on Wednesday (which he insisted were tax deductible), a date with a New Yorker employee on Thursday, then watched THE FELLOWSHIP OF THE RING with the same boy (Will) on Friday. He had his first kiss when he had lockjaw with a boy who had a tongue piercing, and the other boy's tongue got stuck in his mouth. The boy had to turn his head sideways to dislodge. Bwa ha ha.
What else? Well, I suppose that's enough. I do try to keep busy.
We ended up going to local bar Coogan's, which I've always thought of as a blue-collar joint. Certainly it's seemed so on weeknights. But it was hopping tonight, with karaoke and a group of gay guys and the girls that love them, all of whom came up to us (well, to Nico) and chatted us up all night. I was attracted to Wade, who was OF COURSE hitting on Nico, and OF COURSE in a relationship, and OF COURSE a complete drunken asshole. At least I'm consistent on these points, though he may be the first who's hit all three. Hedging my bets after seeing Wade get into a racial altercation outside and having his friends beg pardon for his behavior, I decided to, well, focus on his cute (if less striking) boyfriend Ryan. I offered him a job at Random House and my moral outrage over the practice of circumcision, neither of which I can likely deliver on. But they've been together three months and I give it another two.
As I'm writing this, Billy just got fanmail from a girl that thought he was 36 based on his online pictures. HA!
Where was I?
It was a nice week, though extremely hectic at work. Mallory was out of town and I assume it was a trial run before her maternity leave. I stepped to the plate, but it involved ten-hour days and a severe fraying of the nerves. I did get my first try at line-editing (it took me the better part of a day to edit ten pages) and also had deadlines with inputing her edits and approving digital proofs on the next Magic Tree House. Not to mention training the new assistant. Sheesh.
Despite all this, I had Stephin Merritt on Monday, a modern dance show with David and his folks on Tuesday, drinks with Nico on Wednesday (which he insisted were tax deductible), a date with a New Yorker employee on Thursday, then watched THE FELLOWSHIP OF THE RING with the same boy (Will) on Friday. He had his first kiss when he had lockjaw with a boy who had a tongue piercing, and the other boy's tongue got stuck in his mouth. The boy had to turn his head sideways to dislodge. Bwa ha ha.
What else? Well, I suppose that's enough. I do try to keep busy.