this is about time off
... which has felt more like time off in a long long time. Even though yesterday I spent a chunk of two hours making phone calls prepping for the party and still I must go to Kinko's. And make some more decorations. I'm going to officially request that Clegger make many many origami sculptures that we may put on tables, on the bar, for people to take home or just enjoy there. That, would be nice. What say you, Clegger?
Also at work, Jon Smith blew me a kiss. This was days and days ago. I felt my face turn red and I avoided eye contact for a few shifts after this happened. Even though we talked maniacally at work about.... things... I just couldn't look into his eyes. I'd have to apologize to Marty later on.. Jon would have to leave Sean... move in with Marty and I, deal with Santos and Zeddy... it'd be a BFD and just a complete hassle. Not that I'd be adverse to it, but I do care deeply for Sean and wouldn't want his feelings hurt, not ever. And our bed is kind of small.
Ramsi's was fun. What I remember of it. Actually, the Back Door later on was fun as well, until Nicole started beating Marty up. But Marty misunderstands Nicole's displays of affection for crude assault, he needs to gain some perspective.
And so, tomorrow I can't believe I have tomorrow off too! Last night was hilarious. M and I drove to E-town, all in a frantic rush, because we thought we'd miss Ayin play their set. Well, we were waaaay off. We arrived at 7:30 or so, Ayin didn't play until about 10. We spent a long time in the Toy, talking. It was memorable and I'm glad we arrived so early. The beginning of the day was alarming. M's mom came over, beating (really, banging and beating) on both doors of the house. She was rattling the screen to our bedroom, yelling MARTY!!!! when M found her. I was scared and drugged on Klonopin (hey-couldn't sleep the night before) and hid in the bedroom. Later on, M told me that she announced something about a CRISIS. She marched into the house and began to explain. The crisis? A lady called her and told her that if M didn't pay his med bills ALL AT ONCE that she'd be forced to turn his bill over to a collection agency. Yes, this was what prompted this woman to drive to her son's home and begin tearing down the house in blind panic. Not a fire. Not a terminal illness. A phone call.
So yes, we were a little edgy the rest of the day. I called her later (we went to Target and broke down and bought minutes for this decrepit Nokia we kept for emergencies, for CRISES) to tell her she could call this number, and it was like nothing had happened. She was laughing, engaging, asking me if I liked the socks she bought for me for Christmas. I was like..."Yes, the socks are great...thanks..."
Well. The fragments. It's because I haven't had access to the net in forever, and now I'm at Highland Coffee trying to remember stuff and random things are frothing up. Shane's show really was fun. Their energy is great. M and I were, by far, the oldest people there (besides the Gym Teacher character monitoring the place-it was a gynasium after all) and that was strange but the music I really like. And today M Coma, M and I went to Shali for more richness and masala tea. After this we walked a bit, shopped a bit, talked a bit, then split. Tonight I'm making another green bean casserole because the last disappeared and I mean fast.
Also at work, Jon Smith blew me a kiss. This was days and days ago. I felt my face turn red and I avoided eye contact for a few shifts after this happened. Even though we talked maniacally at work about.... things... I just couldn't look into his eyes. I'd have to apologize to Marty later on.. Jon would have to leave Sean... move in with Marty and I, deal with Santos and Zeddy... it'd be a BFD and just a complete hassle. Not that I'd be adverse to it, but I do care deeply for Sean and wouldn't want his feelings hurt, not ever. And our bed is kind of small.
Ramsi's was fun. What I remember of it. Actually, the Back Door later on was fun as well, until Nicole started beating Marty up. But Marty misunderstands Nicole's displays of affection for crude assault, he needs to gain some perspective.
And so, tomorrow I can't believe I have tomorrow off too! Last night was hilarious. M and I drove to E-town, all in a frantic rush, because we thought we'd miss Ayin play their set. Well, we were waaaay off. We arrived at 7:30 or so, Ayin didn't play until about 10. We spent a long time in the Toy, talking. It was memorable and I'm glad we arrived so early. The beginning of the day was alarming. M's mom came over, beating (really, banging and beating) on both doors of the house. She was rattling the screen to our bedroom, yelling MARTY!!!! when M found her. I was scared and drugged on Klonopin (hey-couldn't sleep the night before) and hid in the bedroom. Later on, M told me that she announced something about a CRISIS. She marched into the house and began to explain. The crisis? A lady called her and told her that if M didn't pay his med bills ALL AT ONCE that she'd be forced to turn his bill over to a collection agency. Yes, this was what prompted this woman to drive to her son's home and begin tearing down the house in blind panic. Not a fire. Not a terminal illness. A phone call.
So yes, we were a little edgy the rest of the day. I called her later (we went to Target and broke down and bought minutes for this decrepit Nokia we kept for emergencies, for CRISES) to tell her she could call this number, and it was like nothing had happened. She was laughing, engaging, asking me if I liked the socks she bought for me for Christmas. I was like..."Yes, the socks are great...thanks..."
Well. The fragments. It's because I haven't had access to the net in forever, and now I'm at Highland Coffee trying to remember stuff and random things are frothing up. Shane's show really was fun. Their energy is great. M and I were, by far, the oldest people there (besides the Gym Teacher character monitoring the place-it was a gynasium after all) and that was strange but the music I really like. And today M Coma, M and I went to Shali for more richness and masala tea. After this we walked a bit, shopped a bit, talked a bit, then split. Tonight I'm making another green bean casserole because the last disappeared and I mean fast.