Early
Not only is it very early in the morning, but I've been up long enough to have a shower and check all my e-mail. Something is terribly wrong with me that this is possible. I'm hoping that I'll get sleepy before too long and go back to bed before I have to get ready for work. Why am I awake? I think it's the sugar.
I went to the art thing last night instead of catching my big screen acting debut. Maybe that makes me lame (am I a lame-o?) or maybe it makes me pretentious or maybe it makes me cool. I don't know. But the art thing was interesting, because there were pieces by famous people (Dr. Seuss was one of them) and there was this freaky band wearing crazy clothes and dancing and it was almost like beatnik poetry night except with brighter colors and fishnet tights. We also found a collection of presidential figurines, and proceeded to engage in a discussion about who our favorite prez was. I picked Coolidge because the figurine was so snappily dressed. LBJ was missing an arm for some reason. And he was the most recent prez in the collection. And Kennedy was missing.
The people watching was particularly interesting, because of the variety of people who come to these kinds of things. Plus there was free alcohol, so that always makes for fun. I will always be amazed at how the artist guy in attendance gets hot chicks to flock to him like moths to a flame when he looks like he hasn't shaved or had a haircut or maybe even a shower in at least 8 months. He looks like a recent desert island escapee. But the chicks dig him, and I don't get it. Someone else I barely know (I had class with her last semester) happened to be there, and I learned more about her in the five minute conversation we had than I knew the entire semester we had class together.
Afterwards, we went to a bar and I struck up a conversation with some dude who proceeded to try to kiss me and then broke my shirt when he hugged me, nearly exposing me to half the bar. And while he sort of fixed it, it's still broken and I don't know if it will ever be like it used to be and that makes me sad because it was a sassy shirt, which is probably how I ended up with more of his attention than I wanted in the first place. And so the circle is complete.
So today will be work and trying to get organized. There is some shopping that I must do before work, and after as well. (I still need to buy some ice cream) And tomorrow is Mexico and then my real vacation starts on Sunday evening and I am looking forward to it mostly.
I think that's all. It's still way too early in the morning. WTF?
I went to the art thing last night instead of catching my big screen acting debut. Maybe that makes me lame (am I a lame-o?) or maybe it makes me pretentious or maybe it makes me cool. I don't know. But the art thing was interesting, because there were pieces by famous people (Dr. Seuss was one of them) and there was this freaky band wearing crazy clothes and dancing and it was almost like beatnik poetry night except with brighter colors and fishnet tights. We also found a collection of presidential figurines, and proceeded to engage in a discussion about who our favorite prez was. I picked Coolidge because the figurine was so snappily dressed. LBJ was missing an arm for some reason. And he was the most recent prez in the collection. And Kennedy was missing.
The people watching was particularly interesting, because of the variety of people who come to these kinds of things. Plus there was free alcohol, so that always makes for fun. I will always be amazed at how the artist guy in attendance gets hot chicks to flock to him like moths to a flame when he looks like he hasn't shaved or had a haircut or maybe even a shower in at least 8 months. He looks like a recent desert island escapee. But the chicks dig him, and I don't get it. Someone else I barely know (I had class with her last semester) happened to be there, and I learned more about her in the five minute conversation we had than I knew the entire semester we had class together.
Afterwards, we went to a bar and I struck up a conversation with some dude who proceeded to try to kiss me and then broke my shirt when he hugged me, nearly exposing me to half the bar. And while he sort of fixed it, it's still broken and I don't know if it will ever be like it used to be and that makes me sad because it was a sassy shirt, which is probably how I ended up with more of his attention than I wanted in the first place. And so the circle is complete.
So today will be work and trying to get organized. There is some shopping that I must do before work, and after as well. (I still need to buy some ice cream) And tomorrow is Mexico and then my real vacation starts on Sunday evening and I am looking forward to it mostly.
I think that's all. It's still way too early in the morning. WTF?
posted by Ocean | 7:22 AM
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