thanks for all the congrats! I'm nervous, excited, happy, sad. I'm a ball of emotions. Now that I finally have the "am I leaving" anxiety out of the way, it has been replaced with:
- moving- movers or pod? will my shit fit in a pod? packing/unpacking pod PITA. Cost of movers instead of pod
- finding an apartment. And why do the online rental thingies show so many outside shots, and NONE of the interior?! Hello! I live inside. A few of the community, great, but some of actual apartments, BETTER!
:: sigh ::
it will be a fun 6 weeks.
My something from the something store has shipped! I hope it's a machete.
And as we all know, the internet is a whole series of tubes! We could travel by broadband!
WHeeeeee! Series of tuuuuuuuubes!!!
I'm tipsy!
I took exactly $15 to the club. Enough for 3 beers and tips. I knew that was plenty of alcohol. I wanted to get drunko ff my ass, but that was a bad plan. I am too mature for that. Instead, I figured three beers was one beer more than I can handle. And i got 2/3 of the way through it and went "uh oh, I am feeling maudlin cause they are playing COUNTRY MSUCI, THE MUSIC OF PAIN". Which I said out loud to the girl next to me, who didn't get it cause she is no t a buffistas. (DO YOU know how many times I have had to bacckspace while typing this?? MANY TIMES).
But overall it was a good good evening. I didn't actually dance all that mch, but one of my good friends was there, so i was able to be all "OMG" and hug and cry, and then GILF and her boytoy from DC were there, unexpectedly, and were surprisingly nice, and flirty, and so that went well, and was pretty good, as these things go. And I did not get too drunk, and did not stay too sober, and did not divulge TOO much information, though I did probably say a bit too much, but that happens when you're unahppy and tipsy, but i don' think anyone at all figured out WHY. Just that I was upset, and horny. Which, hi, been there for months, so that's nothing new.
And the gayboy who does the hustle came back this week! So we befriended him some more! YAY! We like him.
PLUS< THIS WEEK WITH GAY RUGGERS! THey were cute. We paid one (it was a fundraiser to send htem TO IRELAND!) to take his shirt off and do pushups.
Yay meara! That sounds like a rollicking good time overall.
On the way home, my friend offered to give me a ride, rather than hav eme walk home. She lives a block from the club. yay. So we walk out of the club.
THe GILF and co had left a few minutes before. So I was about to tell her some story about them, and then we walk out of the club, and there they are, walking back towards the club from somewehre else! Ridiculous!! So they walk a block with us, and then we part ways, and they say something, and there was some question as to what the story was, whether my friend was taking me home, or, ahem, taking me home, and GILF was like "don't mock, [meara] is hot to take home!" or somesuch. And my friend was like "WTF? I am not mocking!" and we were both like "WTF????" There was no mocking? And who are you to know if I am hot stuff to take home??? Ay.
and then the GILF tripped and fell flat on her face, right? Right?!
and then the GILF tripped and fell flat on her face, right? Right?!
In a just universe, she would have!
and then the GILF tripped and fell flat on her face, right? Right?!
....sadly, no. I'm guessing then the GILF went home and had hot sex with the DCBoi, and my friend drove me home and we further discussed the bizrreness of life. And our plans for tomorrow night. And...oh. My. I may have mnetioned a fantasy (about the GILF) otu loud to her. She though ti sounded hot, and suggested I put it on craiglist. Heh.
oh dear. Two of the box office cashiers like to joke around with each other. The southern guy rags on the Armenian guy for being Armenian and vice versa. I just found "we're sorry: No Armenians!" scrawled on the back of paperwork I have to turn in to home office. I think I'll "make a mistake" and send the copy to home office and keep the original here.
I'm heading home, computerless for the time being.
