Luckily, I look good in red.
It’s been a strange few days in the land of the ikss. Let’s start with the not-so-fun stuff so we can end on a high note by discussing the fun stuff.
Things are not exactly groovy at The Friendly Flower Place these days. Just your average, general job-hatingness aside, we had more lay-offs and other stuff which resulted in a 10% pay cut for the rest of us left behind.
God Bless our economy.
As I was saying in an email to my sister this morning, I know I should look for another job. I have known this for months. The prospect of hunting for a new job in Credit, however, makes me seriously depressed and stomach-achey. So let’s hope I can start making a little bit of money with my writing before push comes to shove. I don’t mind working a real job while I write, but it would be nice not to have the pressure of making so much money. I’d like to be able to go work for Habitat for Humanity, making less than half as much money as I make now, and not worry about the financial situation.
Wouldn’t it be nice? The sky is very blue in my world, by the way.
Friday, the day this all went down at Friendly Flower Place, I took the day off of work so that I could go to the hospital with my parents. My mom had to have a heart procedure done and even though we assumed everything would go well...well, Mom is 80 years old and extremely fragile. Watching her walk across the room causes grave concern, never mind knowing she was going through an angiogram/angioplasty. She came through everything extremely well, though, so the worry was thankfully all for naught.
Friday night, I went out with my redheaded sister and a few of her friends, to a bar in Sunset Beach. Let me just say that I was in a fine mood. I had a fun time. I chatted people up, I danced a little, I laughed quite a lot (especially at others. Let me just say that there were some extremely entertaining people at that bar and they were all unfathomably drunk by like 9:30pm!). Was I the crazy, fun-loving kid that I usually am? Well no; admittedly, I was not. But seriously? I was just acting like a normal person, having a fun night by normal person standards. I was just a bit tired and wrung out, having spent the day at the hospital thinking about, like, mortality and shit.
I say all of this because my sister kept nagging me the entire night about how I wasn’t having a good time. Then I got a text message at 2:30 am telling me that next time I didn’t want to come out, I should just not come.
You see, red-headed sister’s friends all love me and think I am hilarious (and who can blame them, really?). They always get all excited if I am going out with them, because in spite of how it reads on the pages of this blog, I actually don’t go out to bars all that often. It's a rare treat, is what I'm saying. So my sister was irritated because, although I was being perfectly normal, I wasn’t entertaining the masses as per my usual.
I have to admit that all of this left me a tad peeved. More than a tad, actually. I am not the hired entertainment, people. It’s not like I was sitting around with a frown on my face, not speaking. I am allowed to be relatively sedate on occasion. I am not your fucking trained monkey which you bring out to entertain guests. I am a human being and I have facets, god dammit!
Thanks. Happy to get that off my chest.
So on Saturday night, I blew off the steam I had stored on Friday. I got drunk.
But wait, let’s back up. First, I went to see Jared’s pieces in that art show.
I liked his pieces a lot – they are adorable. I was not, however and sorry to admit, impressed with anything else there. I did buy two very snazzy lunch boxes at a cool store next to the gallery, though.
So then my friend Liz, Dr. Niece, Dr. Niece’s out-of-town visitor and Banker Niece accompanied me to the Tam O’Shanter, at which we had a cocktail and an appetizer or two. After that cocktail, we moved on to the Cinema Bar.
And thus began my downward spiral.
Actually, it was loads of fun. I had a blast. I saw all of the last three songs by Dan Janisch, who I had no idea was playing there that night. Then of course Tony Gilkyson played, and he was very good. Loved them both, actually. I danced, I joked around, I drank one hell of a lot of Grey Goose. Oh and I may have told the owner of the Cinema Bar (Rod) that I like to be double-teamed.
Um…
Trust me, it was a bartending reference.
After the music died down, we moseyed out on to the patio where I talked extensively with Dan Janisch. For like an hour. Too bad I have no recollection whatsoever of what we discussed. However, I’m sure it was a highly intellectual and extremely amusing conversation. Oh I also apparently gave Dr. Niece and Joaquin Phoenix my seal of approval on their budding romance.
Yes, I am that embarrassing aunt.
Actually, she tells me I didn’t do or say anything which embarrassed her. I’m not sure that I fully believe her, but at least she’s trying to make me feel better.
I do like Joaquin. He seems like a good egg. He’s somebody I would be friends with, even if he didn’t want to get in to my niece’s pants.
Yesterday? Yesterday I woke up on Liz’s couch, talked to her for a couple of hours, drove through Carl’s Jr. on the way home to buy the old man a breakfast burrito and then sat around the house, writing and watching my old man nap the day away. I intended to nap myself, but I ended up writing all day instead. This was certainly the more productive option, but it has left me incredibly sleepy, still.
It’s been a strange few days in the land of the ikss. Let’s start with the not-so-fun stuff so we can end on a high note by discussing the fun stuff.
Things are not exactly groovy at The Friendly Flower Place these days. Just your average, general job-hatingness aside, we had more lay-offs and other stuff which resulted in a 10% pay cut for the rest of us left behind.
God Bless our economy.
As I was saying in an email to my sister this morning, I know I should look for another job. I have known this for months. The prospect of hunting for a new job in Credit, however, makes me seriously depressed and stomach-achey. So let’s hope I can start making a little bit of money with my writing before push comes to shove. I don’t mind working a real job while I write, but it would be nice not to have the pressure of making so much money. I’d like to be able to go work for Habitat for Humanity, making less than half as much money as I make now, and not worry about the financial situation.
Wouldn’t it be nice? The sky is very blue in my world, by the way.
Friday, the day this all went down at Friendly Flower Place, I took the day off of work so that I could go to the hospital with my parents. My mom had to have a heart procedure done and even though we assumed everything would go well...well, Mom is 80 years old and extremely fragile. Watching her walk across the room causes grave concern, never mind knowing she was going through an angiogram/angioplasty. She came through everything extremely well, though, so the worry was thankfully all for naught.
Friday night, I went out with my redheaded sister and a few of her friends, to a bar in Sunset Beach. Let me just say that I was in a fine mood. I had a fun time. I chatted people up, I danced a little, I laughed quite a lot (especially at others. Let me just say that there were some extremely entertaining people at that bar and they were all unfathomably drunk by like 9:30pm!). Was I the crazy, fun-loving kid that I usually am? Well no; admittedly, I was not. But seriously? I was just acting like a normal person, having a fun night by normal person standards. I was just a bit tired and wrung out, having spent the day at the hospital thinking about, like, mortality and shit.
I say all of this because my sister kept nagging me the entire night about how I wasn’t having a good time. Then I got a text message at 2:30 am telling me that next time I didn’t want to come out, I should just not come.
You see, red-headed sister’s friends all love me and think I am hilarious (and who can blame them, really?). They always get all excited if I am going out with them, because in spite of how it reads on the pages of this blog, I actually don’t go out to bars all that often. It's a rare treat, is what I'm saying. So my sister was irritated because, although I was being perfectly normal, I wasn’t entertaining the masses as per my usual.
I have to admit that all of this left me a tad peeved. More than a tad, actually. I am not the hired entertainment, people. It’s not like I was sitting around with a frown on my face, not speaking. I am allowed to be relatively sedate on occasion. I am not your fucking trained monkey which you bring out to entertain guests. I am a human being and I have facets, god dammit!
Thanks. Happy to get that off my chest.
So on Saturday night, I blew off the steam I had stored on Friday. I got drunk.
But wait, let’s back up. First, I went to see Jared’s pieces in that art show.
I liked his pieces a lot – they are adorable. I was not, however and sorry to admit, impressed with anything else there. I did buy two very snazzy lunch boxes at a cool store next to the gallery, though.
So then my friend Liz, Dr. Niece, Dr. Niece’s out-of-town visitor and Banker Niece accompanied me to the Tam O’Shanter, at which we had a cocktail and an appetizer or two. After that cocktail, we moved on to the Cinema Bar.
And thus began my downward spiral.
Actually, it was loads of fun. I had a blast. I saw all of the last three songs by Dan Janisch, who I had no idea was playing there that night. Then of course Tony Gilkyson played, and he was very good. Loved them both, actually. I danced, I joked around, I drank one hell of a lot of Grey Goose. Oh and I may have told the owner of the Cinema Bar (Rod) that I like to be double-teamed.
Um…
Trust me, it was a bartending reference.
After the music died down, we moseyed out on to the patio where I talked extensively with Dan Janisch. For like an hour. Too bad I have no recollection whatsoever of what we discussed. However, I’m sure it was a highly intellectual and extremely amusing conversation. Oh I also apparently gave Dr. Niece and Joaquin Phoenix my seal of approval on their budding romance.
Yes, I am that embarrassing aunt.
Actually, she tells me I didn’t do or say anything which embarrassed her. I’m not sure that I fully believe her, but at least she’s trying to make me feel better.
I do like Joaquin. He seems like a good egg. He’s somebody I would be friends with, even if he didn’t want to get in to my niece’s pants.
Yesterday? Yesterday I woke up on Liz’s couch, talked to her for a couple of hours, drove through Carl’s Jr. on the way home to buy the old man a breakfast burrito and then sat around the house, writing and watching my old man nap the day away. I intended to nap myself, but I ended up writing all day instead. This was certainly the more productive option, but it has left me incredibly sleepy, still.
UGH! Now I am REALLY sad I missed it Saturday night! I really hope to make it next time. Just let me know. I'll be the one in the white fedora.
Posted by: Dr. Jay | Wednesday, July 22, 2009 at 03:37 PM