wednesday night: qxt's blackout party

not as fun as previous years- small turnout combined with the fact that i'm slowly getting over q's in general. but still a good time. i had to work wednesday, and then the boyfriend and i were prepping for thanksgiving dinner all evening up until it was time to go to q's, so i was a little flustered in general. combine that with the fact that the boyfriend stayed in, and the fact that married guy was at the blackout party...well i should've expected it to not be the epic win it usually is. (yes, i talked to married guy briefly. we kept it businesslike. it was mostly awkward and just a tiny bit sad. going from ridiculous passion to cold chitchat always is though.)

in any case, it is excellent to come home to a cute boy. one who actually loves and respects me. i am still in awe about it. we get drunk and yell a lot, and then we get super mushy when we're alone and it's quiet.

thursday: thanksgiving

i crawled out of bed around 8 am. threw the turkey in the oven, threw on my work clothes, nudged the boyfriend awake- "the oven is on, don't burn the house down", kissed him goodbye, then ran to the diner. yes, i had to fucking work on thanksgiving. luckily they let me leave at 2, but still, ew. ran home and cooked with the boy until around 5, when a bunch of french people knocked on the door with dessert and wine and flowers. fucking frenchies always dress so nice. i answered the door in cornstarch splattered pajamas with frizzled hair to meet the one guys girlfriend, and she's in a dress and heels and wearing a huge bow in her hair. *shakes head* sloppy american stereotype! dinner went really well though. we sat around drinking wine and playing poker afterwards, it was quite fun. french thanksgiving means the pumpkin pie had a layer of meringue on it!

friday: death and company

the boy and i slept super late. then we threw on some "fancy" clothes and headed to my grandfathers wake. yeah, i got a phone call tuesday morning around 6 am telling me that he passed. i'm sad about it, but he was 88 and died in his sleep. we should all be so lucky, ya know? i was surprised and pleased that the boy volunteered to come with me, he hadn't met that side of the family before, and i was afraid it'd be awkward for him. but it all went well. saw my family, said my goodbye to grandpa, etc. we all went out for a late lunch together afterwards, so that was nice.

went home, grabbed my roommate, and headed to the loop lounge, where the boyfriend was sound teching for his friends band. proceeded to get wasted, and had the first half of "the talk" with the boyfriends female best friend. which basically consisted of me drunkenly demanding that she like me, bc i am going to be around for a while. hee hee. so that went well. *blushes*

saturday: a reunion of sorts

omfg, two days off in a row?!? i get to sleep until noon?? this is amazing! slept in. started in on the mountain of dirty dishes that i'd been ignoring since thanksgiving. pulled the christmas tree out of the closet. when i went to set it up, i realized that the base was broken. so my super handy super creative boyfriend dragged me to loews, and built a new base for it out of plumbing pipe and fixtures. awww! he left to go have dinner with some friends, and i got all sorts of gussied up for my 10 year high school reunion!

the reunion was fun. nothing epic, no major shockers, and the crowd was mostly middle of the road folks, so there was no supreme douchebaggery. *shrugs* i kinda don't see what the big deal about them is. i don't think they are anything that deserves an extreme opinion in either direction. they're just something to do.

after the reunion, i found myself back at qxt's. the boyfriend was there with his closest friends to see his one friend guest dj'ing a set for the first time there in 11 years. it turned into a total shit show. they were all hammered by the time i got there, several fights nearly broke out, there was a run in with a bouncer, and the dj left halfway through his set because he was so pissed off. glad that for once, the drama had absolutely nothing to do with me. had the second half of "the talk", this time she was the wasted one. she told me that as long as i love him and keep him happy, that she will love me forever. i told her that she was officially stuck with me then, lol. had a scary drunken car ride home, assed out.

sunday (today): the home stretch

diner, 10 am-4 pm. stalker came in four times, hitler came in once, peg leg didn't come in at all. my ecuadorian coworker asked me how i felt about period sex, my moroccan coworker wouldn't stop molesting my elbows, i ran into the night shift dishwasher with the sexy voice, and the 8 top i waited on only left me 10 percent on the bill. all in all, a typical sunday.

tonight, in honor of gonzo77's birthday, the boyfriend and i went for sushi with gonzo, derceto, iggy, arbitraria, treblah and his lady, and ippagoggy and bee. mmm, sushi. we alienated the entire restaurant with talk of hookers and snowballing, it was kind of amazing and absolutely typical. for those of you who didn't know, gonzo and iggy are officially engaged, and just moved into a new place together. good shit all around.

phew.
now i am absolutely spent.
i have a touch of a cold i think.
i definitely don't want to work tomorrow, and i certainly don't want to tackle the piles of real life obligations that are scattered all over my very messy bedroom. oh and rent is due, boooo-urns.

my first turkey. a 20 pounder. hey, i jump into the deep end of the pool!


mmm, delicious man meats


three of the frenchies. i pulled out the fine china for these motherfuckers! (gladly, of course.)

the boy on the battlefield. he's got the bright red helmet. look at him go!


effin sweaty.


zoo in something vaguely reminiscent of period costume. hey, i made an effort. that's good enough.