My show ended on Friday. I don't know if anyone else feels this way, but I get really tired of wearing black all the time.* And most of the work for my other job is winding down to normal pace. That means I have to come in on Saturdays but not stay late. And maybe I'll post more often.
The fancy event SaintInsomniac and I went to on Saturday was fun. I drank a little much, so much that there are things I don't remember, which is odd for me. But I got to wear my pink dress and my guy wore his tux. Yes, his tux, bow tie that ties and all. Didn't get any pictures, totally forgot the camera. I had to work about four hours of the nine I was there, but working a party is not the same as working in the office. I got to dance, drink, schmooze, admire my guy holding a martini glass and looking very Bond.
Had some adventures in Virginia. The Drunken Noodle at Mai Thai in Old Town Alexandria is to die for. Saw a couple guys fishing a tree by the Potomac. Went to a mall and was not amused with the inept service I received there. Saw dogs.
But most of all I got to see my guy. That's the best part. And here is where I rave about him. Because it's coming up--Valentine's Day--whether you choose to ignore it or not. And I won't ignore it. Because 7 years ago on Valentine's Day I met him. And I love the time I spend with him, whether it happens often or not. And if we make a big deal out of Valentine's Day we don't have to remember any other anniversaries. I even remember what I was doing seven years ago to this hour: trying unsuccessfully to get into a sold-out concert, and then going to see She's All That. And then I wore that same burgundy polyester skirt the next week to a dance and met a guy and before I knew it he was my guy and I couldn't spend enough time with him. And it's still like that, even though we're usually 4 hours apart. And I could do this for hours but really should stop.
I won't get to see him on the day itself, which is a little bit of a bummer, but I had so much fun with him when he was here. I laughed so much harder watching those stupid guys with their line caught in a tree with him than I would have on my own. And he looked so good in his tux.
*These two thoughts are related. I was running sound for a play and had to wear black. I rarely wear black by choice. You can ask my costumer SaintInsomniac about that one.
The fancy event SaintInsomniac and I went to on Saturday was fun. I drank a little much, so much that there are things I don't remember, which is odd for me. But I got to wear my pink dress and my guy wore his tux. Yes, his tux, bow tie that ties and all. Didn't get any pictures, totally forgot the camera. I had to work about four hours of the nine I was there, but working a party is not the same as working in the office. I got to dance, drink, schmooze, admire my guy holding a martini glass and looking very Bond.
Had some adventures in Virginia. The Drunken Noodle at Mai Thai in Old Town Alexandria is to die for. Saw a couple guys fishing a tree by the Potomac. Went to a mall and was not amused with the inept service I received there. Saw dogs.
But most of all I got to see my guy. That's the best part. And here is where I rave about him. Because it's coming up--Valentine's Day--whether you choose to ignore it or not. And I won't ignore it. Because 7 years ago on Valentine's Day I met him. And I love the time I spend with him, whether it happens often or not. And if we make a big deal out of Valentine's Day we don't have to remember any other anniversaries. I even remember what I was doing seven years ago to this hour: trying unsuccessfully to get into a sold-out concert, and then going to see She's All That. And then I wore that same burgundy polyester skirt the next week to a dance and met a guy and before I knew it he was my guy and I couldn't spend enough time with him. And it's still like that, even though we're usually 4 hours apart. And I could do this for hours but really should stop.
I won't get to see him on the day itself, which is a little bit of a bummer, but I had so much fun with him when he was here. I laughed so much harder watching those stupid guys with their line caught in a tree with him than I would have on my own. And he looked so good in his tux.
*These two thoughts are related. I was running sound for a play and had to wear black. I rarely wear black by choice. You can ask my costumer SaintInsomniac about that one.
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You can get a plate of pad thai up the street at Red Mei for $8. I did that like 2 days ago!
Oh, I forgot to say- Red Mei= takeout/ eat-in place. No tips or anything.
[Edited on Feb 10, 2006 7:50PM]