Sunday Jun 22, 2008

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after working overtime all week, a 10 hour day saturday, and a 15 hour day today, i have never been so excited to see my driveway. smile i haven't slept in in two weeks and i am REALLY looking forward to a day off tomorrow (today?). and ooooh, bed. my sweaty, soggy air mattress in a cat pee smelling little room. fucking bliss, who would've thought? wink

what's been keeping this little zoo so busy? i do this event every year called broadway bares. it's a burlesque show that raises money for broadway cares/equity fights aids, and it's essentially a who's who of the nyc theatre circuit doing sexy skits in tune with a yearly theme (this year's being alice in wonderland). you just HAVE to have a few years of broadway bares under yr belt if you want to make a name for yrself (not that i care, i enjoy it enough to do it anyway). it's a good cause, it's fun as hell, it's backstage at roseland (yeah what up sgny!) and you get to rub elbows with mostly naked, beglittered actors all day and night. great show. good times. oh, and nathan lane was the guest star. smile

so on top of the fact that i've been working like a dog all week to get 8 convertible evening gowns finished in time, when me and my coworkers got to the event, one of the first people i see there is the EVIL EX BEST FRIEND. (longwinded introspective narrative to follow!)

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duh.

she works in theatre too. how could i forget what a tiny, incestuous community the ny theatre scene is??

*sigh*

so i'm thinking, great. i get to spend the next 10 hours feeling anxious and upset and trying to pretend that i don't see her? awesome.

but then my coworker L. does this really awesome thing- she is recently divorced and very much in the same place as i am mentally. this sweet, innocent little slip of a girl with puppy dog eyes turns to me (in her best minnesota accent) scrunches up her face, tells me how much she dislikes evil ex best friend, and threatens to go "kick her butt". now mind you, the two have never met. she's just heard stories about all the bullshit drama this bitch has pulled, and i guess decided, "hey, zoo's a friend of mine and friends are loyal. so if someone's wronged zoo, then they are on my shitlist." which both amused and uplifted me. wow, decent friends do exist outside of sg! lol

now of course, being in a cramped backstage area with 500 people, me and E.E.B.F.F (as i will now refer to her) are bound to run into each other. and sure enough, like an hour or two later, me and L. are walking past the makeup table to get to hospitality, when E.E.B.F.F comes loping past out of nowhere. she must have been hiding behind a bejeweled gayboy dancer in a thong, because i didn't even see her approaching.

and our eyes meet...
and we're close enough to brush up against each other...
and my eyes flashed red (like rick moranis in ghostbusters when he's possessed by the doggy gargoyle thinggy)...
and we both just look away, ignore each other and keep walking.

lemme tell you, it's totally weird to walk past someone who you used to be like sisters with, and then act like total strangers who've never met. i mean, the tension was palpable. and we just breezed by like we'd never met. holy hell.

so that was weird. but i got it out of the way, and was able to go about my business not worrying if she was standing a few yards away, watching me tack stray appliques back onto my evening gowns and spreading lord only knows what sort of filthy lies about me to everyone within earshot.

but of course, that was not the end of it. i'm coming downstairs later on from a cigarette break with this wacky/awesome bulgarian guy i work with, having a laugh with him and being loud and slightly tipsy (having done this event for several years now, i know to pack two things- deodorant and alcohol). and she's coming down a hallway opposite the stairs, chatting on the phone.

even weirder than last time- we both look up from what we're doing, and we both happen to be grinning, and our eyes meet again. and we keep walking! like for a split second i guess seeing each other smiling, it was like nothing had happened. and then you remember- oh right. you're a rotten cunt. i'm gonna go that way. i didn't quite know what to make of it. but i was glad that she got to see me as i've been lately- truly happy without her in my life. laughing and smiling and healthy and doing great.

i'm still torn as to how i would've reacted had she approached me. a BIG part of me wanted to spit in her face and say something really mean and unnecessary, like "hey, yr tattoo idea is clearly a rip off of my backpiece and you don't have a creative bone in your body." part of me wanted to just stare blankly at her and let her make a fool of herself. but a tiny, foolishly sentimental part of me was briefly considering being nice about it.

of course i never would've approached her, even if it were part of my job.
instead, i worked real hard, had a really great time with my awesome coworkers, saw a really great show, and was again comforted by the fact that i am better off. smile

i think i've had it with best friends though. i think in my mind at least, giving someone that title raises my expectations to an unreasonably high standard. and i always end up feeling let down. so i think i'd rather just have girlfriends that i'm close with, but no titles. and guy friends too. guys are so much easier to deal with and they don't blow smoke up yr ass. i really appreciate that.



oh AND, to top it all off, i got pulled over on the way home! i apparently drove 2/3rds of the way home with NO headlights on at 1 am. oops! to be fair though, manhattan is really bright, my headlights are really dim, and my dashboard light is out- so i usually feel like i'm driving with no headlights on anyway. at least the cop didn't give me any drama, he was one of those rare small town cops who would rather you be safe than give you a hard time about an honest mistake.

so now i'm nibbling mashed potatoes, eyeing my bed with delight, and looking forward to my day off tomorrow. gonna try to get a haircut, getting a pedicure with khoos, hopefully seeing my awesome boyfriend, and sleeping the fuck in! woot!

other than that, not much else to report. me and the awesome boyfriend had dinner last night with pixieduzt and cpop at trailer park, which was loads of fun. those two are the cutest fucking couple in town and are lots of fun to hang out with. i felt really lame that i was ready to pass out by 11 pm though, hope nobody held it against me! wink

oh, and my birthday is thursday, which means i get to take friday off. three day work week, followed by a 3 day weekend. i'm so excited and happy. you know, my bank account is empty, my half sleeve might not be done till wintertime, my house and my car are both in complete states of disarray, but i kinda don't care. i'm making the best of it and feeling better than i ever thought i would. life is good. i hope it's the same for all you bitches. tongue

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_margot_:
happy birthday, sweetie
viking:
aw! sorry about the EEBFF. men often make better friends, i know what u mean. but there are exceptions! happy birthday! good luck with everything! if/when she confronts you, perhaps be civil, but dont let her back into ur life. ur too happy, u dont need regrets!

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