the sushi is already warm.
Well, it's official... I've been stood up. No word from the friend who was supposed to see "A Scanner Darkly" proceeded by dinner with me. After I gave up a money-making shift and Bastille Days with Jason. It looks like I'll be spending the evening alone... again.
I decided at 6:54 that he wasn't picking me up for the 7:00 showing (I was at Target anyway by then) and decided to get take out sushi and sake. While I was waiting at Ichiban, I noticed that one of the servers looked unusually familiar. I thought her name might be Megan, then I saw the tag on her apron had "Meghan" written on it. Too weird. I finally ask her if she's worked somewhere else in the past, maybe I worked with her, then she says she's in music at UWM... then I say I'm from Iowa, then she says she's from Iowa.
We were not only both attending U of I at the same time, we were both in the music department, with the same voice professor. How fucking weird that we should meet in Milwaukee two years later at a Japanese restaurant a few blocks from my house.
I'll assume that that is my excitement for the night, rewelcome myself to the single life by spending my Saturday night on the couch, eating sushi and watching horrible television. Then I'll probably put my bookshelf together, do some laundry and turn in far too early for my own good.
While driving along the lake, I saw so many people, having such a good time. I'm jealous as hell. I'll be honest.
I am working all day long tomorrow. It is supposed to be 98 with "blazing sunshine." I'll probably end up on the terrace with all of the jerks that insist on sitting out there, but with any luck, it'll be as dead as it was today and I'll get to go home early, though I could use the money...
2.5 weeks until kitten time!
I decided at 6:54 that he wasn't picking me up for the 7:00 showing (I was at Target anyway by then) and decided to get take out sushi and sake. While I was waiting at Ichiban, I noticed that one of the servers looked unusually familiar. I thought her name might be Megan, then I saw the tag on her apron had "Meghan" written on it. Too weird. I finally ask her if she's worked somewhere else in the past, maybe I worked with her, then she says she's in music at UWM... then I say I'm from Iowa, then she says she's from Iowa.
We were not only both attending U of I at the same time, we were both in the music department, with the same voice professor. How fucking weird that we should meet in Milwaukee two years later at a Japanese restaurant a few blocks from my house.
I'll assume that that is my excitement for the night, rewelcome myself to the single life by spending my Saturday night on the couch, eating sushi and watching horrible television. Then I'll probably put my bookshelf together, do some laundry and turn in far too early for my own good.
While driving along the lake, I saw so many people, having such a good time. I'm jealous as hell. I'll be honest.
I am working all day long tomorrow. It is supposed to be 98 with "blazing sunshine." I'll probably end up on the terrace with all of the jerks that insist on sitting out there, but with any luck, it'll be as dead as it was today and I'll get to go home early, though I could use the money...
2.5 weeks until kitten time!