Wow.
Saturday was my last day at Bullmoose. So fucking strange. I imagined that when I left, I'd knock the monitors off the counters and scream. Instead, I stayed late because Danielle was alone, logged off, and then ended up answering the phone after doing so because Danielle was still alone and swamped. Not exactly what I pictured...but I needed to help my friend. Anyways...it's over. But it still hasn't quite hit me that it's over. I keep thinking about the things I'm going to have to do when I go back, and then have to remind myself that I'm not going back.
My first day back to the bakery was kind of a failure. I showed up at 2 AM on Sunday, and there were already five people working. I thought it was strange, but noone said anything except hello when I walked in, so I just punched in, washed my hands, and put on my apron. After all that, Jeremy told me that they thought I wasn't coming back til Tuesday and I could go home if I wanted to. Oh well...I benefited from the miscommunication...Mark picked me up again and we went back to his house, laid in bed and talked til 5 AM. It was a nice night.
Last night was the benefit for the NJ4, and it went really well. Unfortunately, I was really tired and didn't socialize with people as much as I wanted to. But, I still had a good time, and got to see Ani, which was nice.
Total creep.
Pure sex.
The mall is already fully decorated and playing Christmas music. Ugh.
Jessy's boy Jeffrey brought over his dog Cooper...which was the biggest little dog I've ever seen.
Busted.
New Jersey 4 benefit!
Conrad, giving the deets.
Deacon doing a fucking amazing poem.
Bang-a-rang's contribution is that we dressed like Muppets and performed a Miss Piggy skit called "Exercise Your Rights", where we basically threw temper tantrums and beat up Jessy (dressed as a "creep"). I hope someone else has pictures of us actually performing; I was Kermit and Deacon was Animal and it was a lot of fun.
Unfortunately, those are the only pictures I got, because I left my jacket with my camera in the changing room after we got ready for our performance. Oh well.
We got dank pizza afterwards. Deacon couldn't wait to indulge.
Dreamweaver.