oh baby PLEASE...
give a little respect TOOOOOOOO MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
By the way, the two nights preceding New Years (meaning those at Beauty Bar and Elysium) somehow beat New Years, which was kind of lackluster if we're going by the amount of texts I sent myself that said "everybody in 2008 is a douchebag." I got to see a lot of people I rarely see, which is my favorite, but that seeing wasn't for very long. And nobody else wants to dance alone these days, so things got lonely.
Regardless, the first DAY of 2008 was great, beginning with Trudy's (many good old friends, 3 new and completely random ones). And then we had a really nice time taking pictures at Karo's and making fun of Tula and watching shows about people who used to weigh 800 pounds.
And THEN I went to the mall with KC and I got some earrings (our usual Christmas exchange from Claire's), a wallet, and a banana split (which we--get this--SPLIT! Apologies to Ross, he's heard that joke TWICE NOW).
And at home, I found Karen who has been calling me lately and who was quite pleasant (her calls are also pleasant). We had a regular little chat, like old chums, about my night last night (you know, up til 6 with 3 dudes I didn't know because they wouldn't get off the couch/my bed). And I watched most of Dogma, which is much lamer than I used to think, but is still a movie I like.
At Flipnotics, I got to talk to Ryan, I got to sit in a chair (!), I taught some lady how to two-step and she proceeded to ask if I was Ryan's wife... in front of Ryan... and I proceeded to be like "oh NO NO NO NO NO!," I'm going to call him and his actual wife to "throw some tiles" as they say (which I'm assuming means he's feeling scrabulous this week), and they played "Limehouse Blues" which I decided is my favorite song because it's really nice melody and it transcends genre and band and instruments/singers and everything.
Then I hung out at Nick's sister's house with some of the best people I know, and a really gassy dog, and a wonderfully exploding wall socket.
It sure beats the last day of 2007, with the 2+ hours of driving all over existence to find my dad's new hospital (give it up for Dr. Reitmeyer, he's the CHIEF OF STAFF, bitches!). In general, I've been pretty bad at driving, speaking (I have NO voice), and generally being coherent. Not to worry, I'm getting back on the wagon of coherency (after some sleep) with some solid structure for tomorrow.
The reason I even started this post was because I wrote on my hand, after leaving Flip's, after they played "Limehouse Blues" (I almost cried), the words "supremely lucky." And I am, to be in this city, the only city in which I can be comfortably alone. I bitched last night to the 3 mysterious new friends on my bed about how Austin is changing and how it won't ever be the idealized place I used to think it was (and how I won't be able to live here for YEARS). Still, I get to crying as I'm driving on Lamar, or watching Ryan play such a wonderful song, or on the Hike and Bike Trail, and that's a special thing.
On an unrelated note: I was musing on how the propensity, when one is rejected (or really just never "jected" at all), is to be angry. I.e., I want to be pissed (in the way that I have bitchy little girl conversations with him in a pretend way in my mind) at this latest guy, but that is absolutely unfair. He had no reason to think his romantic decisions had anything to do with me. Or did he, if he was always flirting in a stronger way than is acceptable? Calling in the middle of the night, critisizing every guy that I chose... the laundry list of things, what was I supposed to think? Part of me doesn't want me to be mad, but part of me could yell at him for being so stupid. But this always happens. And, as usual, I want to hurt him, even though I'm not even really that hurt this time. Ha. We'll see how that goes.
By the way, the two nights preceding New Years (meaning those at Beauty Bar and Elysium) somehow beat New Years, which was kind of lackluster if we're going by the amount of texts I sent myself that said "everybody in 2008 is a douchebag." I got to see a lot of people I rarely see, which is my favorite, but that seeing wasn't for very long. And nobody else wants to dance alone these days, so things got lonely.
Regardless, the first DAY of 2008 was great, beginning with Trudy's (many good old friends, 3 new and completely random ones). And then we had a really nice time taking pictures at Karo's and making fun of Tula and watching shows about people who used to weigh 800 pounds.
And THEN I went to the mall with KC and I got some earrings (our usual Christmas exchange from Claire's), a wallet, and a banana split (which we--get this--SPLIT! Apologies to Ross, he's heard that joke TWICE NOW).
And at home, I found Karen who has been calling me lately and who was quite pleasant (her calls are also pleasant). We had a regular little chat, like old chums, about my night last night (you know, up til 6 with 3 dudes I didn't know because they wouldn't get off the couch/my bed). And I watched most of Dogma, which is much lamer than I used to think, but is still a movie I like.
At Flipnotics, I got to talk to Ryan, I got to sit in a chair (!), I taught some lady how to two-step and she proceeded to ask if I was Ryan's wife... in front of Ryan... and I proceeded to be like "oh NO NO NO NO NO!," I'm going to call him and his actual wife to "throw some tiles" as they say (which I'm assuming means he's feeling scrabulous this week), and they played "Limehouse Blues" which I decided is my favorite song because it's really nice melody and it transcends genre and band and instruments/singers and everything.
Then I hung out at Nick's sister's house with some of the best people I know, and a really gassy dog, and a wonderfully exploding wall socket.
It sure beats the last day of 2007, with the 2+ hours of driving all over existence to find my dad's new hospital (give it up for Dr. Reitmeyer, he's the CHIEF OF STAFF, bitches!). In general, I've been pretty bad at driving, speaking (I have NO voice), and generally being coherent. Not to worry, I'm getting back on the wagon of coherency (after some sleep) with some solid structure for tomorrow.
The reason I even started this post was because I wrote on my hand, after leaving Flip's, after they played "Limehouse Blues" (I almost cried), the words "supremely lucky." And I am, to be in this city, the only city in which I can be comfortably alone. I bitched last night to the 3 mysterious new friends on my bed about how Austin is changing and how it won't ever be the idealized place I used to think it was (and how I won't be able to live here for YEARS). Still, I get to crying as I'm driving on Lamar, or watching Ryan play such a wonderful song, or on the Hike and Bike Trail, and that's a special thing.
On an unrelated note: I was musing on how the propensity, when one is rejected (or really just never "jected" at all), is to be angry. I.e., I want to be pissed (in the way that I have bitchy little girl conversations with him in a pretend way in my mind) at this latest guy, but that is absolutely unfair. He had no reason to think his romantic decisions had anything to do with me. Or did he, if he was always flirting in a stronger way than is acceptable? Calling in the middle of the night, critisizing every guy that I chose... the laundry list of things, what was I supposed to think? Part of me doesn't want me to be mad, but part of me could yell at him for being so stupid. But this always happens. And, as usual, I want to hurt him, even though I'm not even really that hurt this time. Ha. We'll see how that goes.