Sweet sweet sign of relief (?)
I just don't know when to quit. Yesterday I did an amazing photo shoot with the excessively talented Casey Curry....rolled up to the Bigfoot Lodge around 5 dressed up like a trick with some capri cigarettes and 8 inch heels. Hilarity and genius ensued. You can see some of these pictures in the comments section of my myspace. Went back to his apartment and had thai saki or something ("chum churrrrummm!"). Discuss future shoots, plan some hang out time, leave his apartment.
After that I met up with Jason at Gingergrass for a nice meal and some conversation...he is a very nice boy.
Then I totally jumped in the car and drove down to the LBC to see my Dirty Uncle Joe at his comedy night that he hosts. It was pretty amazing, I got a free drink right off the bat from Todd...some cool black dude who studies comedy at Second City in Chicago. Spoke of california and it's residents and the pros and cons of it all. Ran around and talked to people, made eyes at DUJ, and got a little silly. Couldn't find my car. Found it later on. Had the WORST migraine of my life this morning and felt generally feverish. Slept all damn day and smoked pot. The girl at Chipotle gave me attitude:
Me: Can you make my burrito smallish?
Her: What??
Me: Can you make my burrito small...
Her: "Well it depends upon what you put in it!"
Me: Well...yea....but could you just cut down the normal portions?
Her: Like, you mean, light on the rice??
Me: What? No. Light on everything....just don't make it huge.
Her: Rolls her eyes and takes out her passive agression on my burrito. The quality suffers. I'm saddened inside.
Tonight I'm going with the boys in the front house (Oliver Fizzuture) to see a show and hang out, which is a nice little bright spot in my day.
I still feel shitty but the sun is setting and it's turning the living room a lovely rose hue and it's so pretty today balmy and temperate I'm still in such shock for the most part I simply must slow down on all this partying because it's worrying me and I'm exhausted but its all still so shiny and pretty and new
I hope I don't die here.
After that I met up with Jason at Gingergrass for a nice meal and some conversation...he is a very nice boy.
Then I totally jumped in the car and drove down to the LBC to see my Dirty Uncle Joe at his comedy night that he hosts. It was pretty amazing, I got a free drink right off the bat from Todd...some cool black dude who studies comedy at Second City in Chicago. Spoke of california and it's residents and the pros and cons of it all. Ran around and talked to people, made eyes at DUJ, and got a little silly. Couldn't find my car. Found it later on. Had the WORST migraine of my life this morning and felt generally feverish. Slept all damn day and smoked pot. The girl at Chipotle gave me attitude:
Me: Can you make my burrito smallish?
Her: What??
Me: Can you make my burrito small...
Her: "Well it depends upon what you put in it!"
Me: Well...yea....but could you just cut down the normal portions?
Her: Like, you mean, light on the rice??
Me: What? No. Light on everything....just don't make it huge.
Her: Rolls her eyes and takes out her passive agression on my burrito. The quality suffers. I'm saddened inside.
Tonight I'm going with the boys in the front house (Oliver Fizzuture) to see a show and hang out, which is a nice little bright spot in my day.
I still feel shitty but the sun is setting and it's turning the living room a lovely rose hue and it's so pretty today balmy and temperate I'm still in such shock for the most part I simply must slow down on all this partying because it's worrying me and I'm exhausted but its all still so shiny and pretty and new
I hope I don't die here.