Mean reds and a little bit blue

I love the concept of long weekends...
I love them more when the boss closes the office a day early.

But this weekend it bums me out because:
It was too short notice to plan a proper 4-day weekend.
All my people have other people to share it with first.
Or are too far away to join.
California
Alabama
Arizona
New York
Or a state of otherness that can't be penetrated:
sorrow
love
depression

Looks like I'll spend it wool-gathering.

I guess that's ok.

Naps make it better

Friday was my 18th day straight of working (or 19th, but who's counting)...

We had 2 weekends of shows that I had to work.
Generally, the shows are broken up over the week, Wed'y/Fri/Sun
or something similar.
But not this run.

Plus our biggest, newest grant was turned in yesterday, the one from funds generated by a cigarette tax.
No one can say how much or how little we're potentially up for, so many unknowns make it scary.

To compensate for all the busy, I've been going out ALOT after work.

Feeling o so cosmopolitan, but its catching up with me today.
I've discovered a fondness for Hendrick's gin and flirting.
Both are utterly exausting if experienced in excess.

So naps and trolling the interweb.

New obsession, the NY Mag Look Book archives.
.
I know NYC would be too expensive and too hard given my present circumstances, but I see these people and their ability to simply BE in a city that encourages creativity and I wonder who I would become in an environment like that.

Not that Tremont isn't lovely, but I don't think you could get away with this or that.

Too bad.

wasted

yo
so its midnight and i'm tanked

its a school night - karaoke at prosperity

so many good - so many more AWFUL

so much hendricks... (with tonic, v. good)

night before...

Lolita and accordion music

Superbad and beer at Champppppppps

this a.m. - mimosas to celebrate a new hire

15th day at work - no days off til sat'y

thank god for the he-harem and bars aplenty in the 'hood

barking dog next door - fuck you - go to sleep

so i can too

Don't throw it out!

As much as they always tell you
"If you haven't worn it in a year,
(or 6 months, or 2 years, or a decade)
then get rid of it!"

Pish!

I bought a black sweater vest last month.
And only now am I getting to wearing a pair of
white suede buck shoes that I bought in...

1995.

These shoes are twelve year old, people.

Twelve.

If they were a person, they'd have public hair and heads full of self-doubting akwardness and algebra I.

So I say DO NOT THROW IT OUT if it's something you swear you'll wear.

Let it bide its time and promise you'll...
lose the 10 lbs
see the fashion come back
find a reason and a season to wear it again.

I can't imagine how disappointed I'd be if I had the vest but no bucks.

PLUS the black and white diag striped skinny tie purchased 5 years ago at the thrift...
it's a whole Patricia-Fields-does-country-club-causal-but-kind-of-mod thing.

v. cool.

Update: What are bucks?


Classic summer men's shoes of the early to mid twentieth century.

Rootbeer Floats at 1

Yup.

It's 1 o'clock.

There's Graeter's Ice Cream in the company fridge.

I bought root beer on Tuesday.

I love my job.

Unfortunate fortune

"It could be better,
but its good enough."

I mean...

I GUESS so...

but -

really?

how.... complacent.

Happy Inattentive Jackass Day, y'all!

4 people standing in front of my car chatting as I tried to leave the parking garage.
10+ cars coming at me in the middle or wrong lane - fast - as I tried to leave the parking garage.
Too many to count slow drivers milling around 15 minutes after the game started downtown.
1 pissed off aging hipster man-child who parked his bike about 3 feet into the drive that leads to my parking lot.
Pissed off because I honked to let him know I was there and didn't want to hit his aging hipster man-child bike.

Apparently being attentive is perceived as aggressive.
Not understanding how you relate to your surround environs is the new thing, man.

I was expecting a wave and a nod and him moving his bike closer to the building.
Not "What's your problem!" yelled at me across Professor.

Fine.
I hear you LOUD AND CLEAR.
Next time I'll hit it.

'cause that would be more rock & roll, right?