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It might make sense that I’m home sick today given how much I went out last week and how little sleep I got. Oh well. It’s best not to dwell on these things.
It all started last weekend. Many of my friends went to Vegas to celebrate the 40th birthday of a friend and co-worker. Since I had just gotten back into town, and two other cheese workers were going to be away, I couldn’t find a way to get there. Disappointed from that, I also couldn’t find anyone to hang out with on Friday or Saturday nights. Pity party, pity party.
In response, I made plans for every social activity I could for the rest of the week. Monday I got interviewed for a friend’s Ph.D. thesis on cross-gender/cross-sexuality friendships. Evidently my friend and I (who had been interviewed separately) both laughed when asked if there was sexual tension between us. "Uh, . . . no." Afterwards, we went to the local bridge and tunnel hipster bar with my housemates. Weirdly, I’m starting to like that bar. Maybe it’s because it’s only a block and a half away.
Tuesday I repaid a debt by taking![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jactitation out to oysters at a sehr swanky restaurant with glass windows so you can watch the homeless people outside and reflect on how lucky you are. It wasn’t as horrible as it was during the dot com era. In fact it even had a little aspect of dancing on the corpse of the multi-headed, SUV-driving, gentrification/speculation monster, which was very enjoyable. And the oysters were very good. As were the deep-fried meyer lemons which we ordered as bar food.
Then I took the 22 to the Parkside to see the Mutants reunion which I already wrote about below.
Wednesday found me cooking dinner for a lovely, super-secret live journalist and zinester. It was so warm that we started the evening by drinking beers on the stoop. I made rosemary potatoes with whole garlic cloves. I love potatoes.
Thursday I went to a going away party for a lovely co-worker who I wish I’d gotten to know better. She was raising money for her move by auctioning off a diverse array of memorabilia including her work-issued box cutter with holster and her wedding dress. After a Burt Bacharach cover-band played, her Dwight Yoakum cover band ("Dwight Between the Eyes"!) played its last show. Her voice makes me want to marry her and have her babies.
Friday I traveled to the distant and mysterious land called the East Bay. Friends in town for APE was the occasion that brought us to a place once described to me as "not the worst frat boy bar. They bring their dates there so there not too badly behaved." They have silly drinks there, some with special containers for dry ice so that the create fog while you drink them. I think it remindsde_gustibus of his hometown Modesto tiki bars. Personally, I love silly, sweet girly drinks so it was alright with me (thank you arasay). The service problem was explained when I saw that the waitress was reading Atlas Shrugged . It was obviously our own fault that we went long periods of time with no drinks.
Saturday I skipped another co-workers 40th birthday because of a horrible anaconda-like pressure on my brain that built up over the last few hours of my shift on Saturday night. Foreshadowing for this morning.
Cough, cough. .Sneeze, sneeze. Drip, drip.
It all started last weekend. Many of my friends went to Vegas to celebrate the 40th birthday of a friend and co-worker. Since I had just gotten back into town, and two other cheese workers were going to be away, I couldn’t find a way to get there. Disappointed from that, I also couldn’t find anyone to hang out with on Friday or Saturday nights. Pity party, pity party.
In response, I made plans for every social activity I could for the rest of the week. Monday I got interviewed for a friend’s Ph.D. thesis on cross-gender/cross-sexuality friendships. Evidently my friend and I (who had been interviewed separately) both laughed when asked if there was sexual tension between us. "Uh, . . . no." Afterwards, we went to the local bridge and tunnel hipster bar with my housemates. Weirdly, I’m starting to like that bar. Maybe it’s because it’s only a block and a half away.
Tuesday I repaid a debt by taking
jactitation out to oysters at a sehr swanky restaurant with glass windows so you can watch the homeless people outside and reflect on how lucky you are. It wasn’t as horrible as it was during the dot com era. In fact it even had a little aspect of dancing on the corpse of the multi-headed, SUV-driving, gentrification/speculation monster, which was very enjoyable. And the oysters were very good. As were the deep-fried meyer lemons which we ordered as bar food.Then I took the 22 to the Parkside to see the Mutants reunion which I already wrote about below.
Wednesday found me cooking dinner for a lovely, super-secret live journalist and zinester. It was so warm that we started the evening by drinking beers on the stoop. I made rosemary potatoes with whole garlic cloves. I love potatoes.
Thursday I went to a going away party for a lovely co-worker who I wish I’d gotten to know better. She was raising money for her move by auctioning off a diverse array of memorabilia including her work-issued box cutter with holster and her wedding dress. After a Burt Bacharach cover-band played, her Dwight Yoakum cover band ("Dwight Between the Eyes"!) played its last show. Her voice makes me want to marry her and have her babies.
Friday I traveled to the distant and mysterious land called the East Bay. Friends in town for APE was the occasion that brought us to a place once described to me as "not the worst frat boy bar. They bring their dates there so there not too badly behaved." They have silly drinks there, some with special containers for dry ice so that the create fog while you drink them. I think it reminds
de_gustibus of his hometown Modesto tiki bars. Personally, I love silly, sweet girly drinks so it was alright with me (thank you arasay). The service problem was explained when I saw that the waitress was reading Atlas Shrugged . It was obviously our own fault that we went long periods of time with no drinks.Saturday I skipped another co-workers 40th birthday because of a horrible anaconda-like pressure on my brain that built up over the last few hours of my shift on Saturday night. Foreshadowing for this morning.
Cough, cough. .Sneeze, sneeze. Drip, drip.
