Sunday, October 09, 2005 When it's good it's really good, and when it's bad I go to pieces
Now that it's almost seven o'clock on Sunday, I'm ready to admit that I had a pretty good weekend. I missed a message from work on Saturday. Evidently, the receptionist scheduled to go in never showed up, and it would be really nice if I could go in. Bet it would. I went to the Halloween store with my housemates instead. My job is too simple to require that someone be on twenty-four-hour call.
Friday I went to a show in a warehouse. There was a competing party on another floor, so the art kids were sparse for the first few hours, and I danced like no one could see me. The price I pay is crippled legs. I wish I had more stretching technology than I do. I may just have to ride this out and think hard before I dance that way again.
Then I wore absurd boots to go and stand on concrete for a few hours on Saturday, because i'm really trying to impress the genius grant committee. Tracy'd been waiting a long time to see those Suicide Girls cavort around, and they did. They cavorted. The City Paper pre-hated the show, saying in part that it would be no different from a trip to the Hustler club. I haven't been to the Hustler club, granted, but just off the top of my head, I thought of several ways.
The market was less crowded than usual this morning. Thank you, horrible weather.
Now, once I can bring myself to stop typing and go change my clothes, it's time to roller skate. I hope this isn't the week they decide not to play "Gold Digger." posted by Frenzy Lohan | 10/09/2005 06:40:00 PM
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