XVI. UNDER THE ASSASSINATION WALL
[ Now playing on the Severe Trauma Sounds... Target by Front Line Assembly from Reclamation ]
Well it did turn out to be a horrible day at work on Wednesday, despite the fact that it started out pleasantly enough. There was just more and more and more work piled on me, and by around 10:30a, I had enough to do for the rest of the day, into the evening, and spots throughout the weekend.
There was also some disagreement on how much I should be paid for this, as I'm now hourly (have been for some time) and consequently my check boils down to how much time shit takes me to do. I always get paid for at least a full 40-hour week, but beyond that is contingent on how much busier I am beyond that. So apparently they'll be some renegotiating tomorrow, as some of the work took me longer than I thought. (As in, I'll be getting paid more - not less - than expected.)
That night, I was more than burnt out, and therefore more than ready for some...
...with my very good friend Marg at our beloved El Zarape in Normal Heights.
And this was a delightful surprise for me, as I was under the impression that almost no restaurant offered mezcals, and certainly not ones with scorpions - as opposed to worms - in the bottles. So, I had about seven shots of that with a relatively light dinner, but apparently it all went to my head, as I think I ended up leaving my debit card there that night. (Ended up having to replace it the following evening.)
The next day was Thanksgiving, so I left my place in the morning to head over to my dad and stepmom's in order to make the trip with them up to Trabuco Canyon. My stepaunt and her family lives in a house there, and various other constituents of the family on my stepmom's side congregate there on many of the major holidays to celebrate. I always enjoy the get-togethers, as the food is typically amazing and the company is more than decent.
I'm not a particularly heavy drinker, but obviously I do drink socially, and I have to say there's almost nothing as much fun as playing "Smart-Ass" with extended family whilst sipping a half wine glass-full of straight vodka. I actually had to take some shirt from my dad for that (despite the fact that it was he who drove us up there and back), who told me that "nobody drinks straight vodka" and that the point of "social drinking" was to "sip a mild cocktail or mixed drink" or some such nonsense.
My response, essentially, was that was bullshit, and anyway vodka is a mixed drink, in the same way tequila and mescal are. My slightly tongue-in-cheek reasoning for this is essentially that one part straight alcohol and one part fermented potatoes/grain (for vodka) or agave (tequila/mescal) constitutes a mixed drink, dammit.
That night, late as it was when I got home (11p, to be specific), I had more work from the office to do, albeit remotely. Pain-in-the-ass job.
Next day, I had a very lazy morning, but found myself working my ass off on routine stuff like cleaning my apartment, laundry, and the like until the late hours of the evening. Not a whole lot to say about Friday, then.
Saturday was good, as I basically met up with friends to eat at our customary eatery, and one of my all-time faves - Casa Adams. It was absolutely delicious, as always, though I think the tequila hit me particularly hard, it still being in the late morning. (It's 5 o'clock somewhere, so fuck it.) Then hung out with said friends a bit longer until it was time for me to leave to my dad's place for, indeed, a second Thanksgiving dinner. (Sometimes it's hard for me not to feel incredibly lucky, though I have to admit that most of the time it's quite easy.)
This time, the food was still excellent, though the company was nearly as good. Perhaps there just weren't enough people there for the chance to find my niche, or maybe it was the lingering headache from the eight shots of tequila I'd had, but the end result was less than stellar. I did apologize in a phone call after I got home for my antisocial behavior, and then pretty much went straight to bed, flanked by a couple of Advils, just to be sure.
And today's been lazy, and I plan on keeping it that way. Had a dream I actually ended up remembering last night. A very nice, surreally erotic dream about two petite girls, dressed almost completely in black, that I ended up rather intimately courting simultaneously. Of course, in the end, the one ended up finding out about the other, and both promptly dumped me.
What's funny is that I've never been in the situation to do that, and even if I had, I'd sincerely never take advantage of women that way. I've always been strictly a one-lady kind of guy, and I know that'll never change. The idea of a menage a trois isn't even all that exciting to me. Well... maybe I take that back. Still, I'd never be with one without the other knowing, and I definitely can't stand the idea of long-term polyamory. So, I don't what inspired me to have this particular dream..
I blame the movies.
"You'll excuse me if I don't stick around to watch. I just can't cope with the freaky stuff."
- Barry Convex, as played by Leslie Carlson, in Videodrome
[ Now playing on the Severe Trauma Sounds... My Seven Bizzos by The 2 Live Crew from As Nasty As They Wanna Be ]
[ Now playing on the Severe Trauma Sounds... Target by Front Line Assembly from Reclamation ]
Well it did turn out to be a horrible day at work on Wednesday, despite the fact that it started out pleasantly enough. There was just more and more and more work piled on me, and by around 10:30a, I had enough to do for the rest of the day, into the evening, and spots throughout the weekend.
There was also some disagreement on how much I should be paid for this, as I'm now hourly (have been for some time) and consequently my check boils down to how much time shit takes me to do. I always get paid for at least a full 40-hour week, but beyond that is contingent on how much busier I am beyond that. So apparently they'll be some renegotiating tomorrow, as some of the work took me longer than I thought. (As in, I'll be getting paid more - not less - than expected.)
That night, I was more than burnt out, and therefore more than ready for some...
...with my very good friend Marg at our beloved El Zarape in Normal Heights.
And this was a delightful surprise for me, as I was under the impression that almost no restaurant offered mezcals, and certainly not ones with scorpions - as opposed to worms - in the bottles. So, I had about seven shots of that with a relatively light dinner, but apparently it all went to my head, as I think I ended up leaving my debit card there that night. (Ended up having to replace it the following evening.)
The next day was Thanksgiving, so I left my place in the morning to head over to my dad and stepmom's in order to make the trip with them up to Trabuco Canyon. My stepaunt and her family lives in a house there, and various other constituents of the family on my stepmom's side congregate there on many of the major holidays to celebrate. I always enjoy the get-togethers, as the food is typically amazing and the company is more than decent.
I'm not a particularly heavy drinker, but obviously I do drink socially, and I have to say there's almost nothing as much fun as playing "Smart-Ass" with extended family whilst sipping a half wine glass-full of straight vodka. I actually had to take some shirt from my dad for that (despite the fact that it was he who drove us up there and back), who told me that "nobody drinks straight vodka" and that the point of "social drinking" was to "sip a mild cocktail or mixed drink" or some such nonsense.
My response, essentially, was that was bullshit, and anyway vodka is a mixed drink, in the same way tequila and mescal are. My slightly tongue-in-cheek reasoning for this is essentially that one part straight alcohol and one part fermented potatoes/grain (for vodka) or agave (tequila/mescal) constitutes a mixed drink, dammit.
That night, late as it was when I got home (11p, to be specific), I had more work from the office to do, albeit remotely. Pain-in-the-ass job.
Next day, I had a very lazy morning, but found myself working my ass off on routine stuff like cleaning my apartment, laundry, and the like until the late hours of the evening. Not a whole lot to say about Friday, then.
Saturday was good, as I basically met up with friends to eat at our customary eatery, and one of my all-time faves - Casa Adams. It was absolutely delicious, as always, though I think the tequila hit me particularly hard, it still being in the late morning. (It's 5 o'clock somewhere, so fuck it.) Then hung out with said friends a bit longer until it was time for me to leave to my dad's place for, indeed, a second Thanksgiving dinner. (Sometimes it's hard for me not to feel incredibly lucky, though I have to admit that most of the time it's quite easy.)
This time, the food was still excellent, though the company was nearly as good. Perhaps there just weren't enough people there for the chance to find my niche, or maybe it was the lingering headache from the eight shots of tequila I'd had, but the end result was less than stellar. I did apologize in a phone call after I got home for my antisocial behavior, and then pretty much went straight to bed, flanked by a couple of Advils, just to be sure.
And today's been lazy, and I plan on keeping it that way. Had a dream I actually ended up remembering last night. A very nice, surreally erotic dream about two petite girls, dressed almost completely in black, that I ended up rather intimately courting simultaneously. Of course, in the end, the one ended up finding out about the other, and both promptly dumped me.
What's funny is that I've never been in the situation to do that, and even if I had, I'd sincerely never take advantage of women that way. I've always been strictly a one-lady kind of guy, and I know that'll never change. The idea of a menage a trois isn't even all that exciting to me. Well... maybe I take that back. Still, I'd never be with one without the other knowing, and I definitely can't stand the idea of long-term polyamory. So, I don't what inspired me to have this particular dream..
I blame the movies.
"You'll excuse me if I don't stick around to watch. I just can't cope with the freaky stuff."
- Barry Convex, as played by Leslie Carlson, in Videodrome
[ Now playing on the Severe Trauma Sounds... My Seven Bizzos by The 2 Live Crew from As Nasty As They Wanna Be ]
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mirima:
Well, this weekends performance is all Christmas music. Our last two performances were Mozart and Beethoven, both spectacular. This performance is just Christmas music, and then we have two more, one of which I may not be performing in, cause it conflicts with the Camolot performance in May that I may be doing. The next two pieces in the symphony are King David and the Poulenc Gloria. The last one I may not do, like I said. I'd rather do Camolot.
mirima:
No, no atonal stuff. Its all pretty traditional.