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The Weekend Everyone Cancelled on Me
Dec. 7th, 2009 08:42 amFri night was so typical Manhattan: primping after work, visit with Bruce Wayne, and then dancing + karaoke for Evil English's birfday. While overall I enjoyed hanging out with Bruce Wayne, we also had a pre-relationship discussion in which he was argumentative just like my last bf. *sighs*
It's been so long since I've been out to a dance club in NYC, my first thought was, "But my knits will get smoky." Ha. I wasn't as dressed up as the other gals, but good enough for that club (and more comfortable in my flats). It wasn't a very good club - it was in NYU country, no cover before midnight, sausage factory, and no skinny bitches - but the dj played a few Top 40 and 80s songs and I got to dance and I want to do that again. We then went to Japas 38 for karaoke and I sang for a bit, destroyed my diet, and went home around four. Despite getting laid and drinking and all that, the highlight of my night was getting picked up and driven home by a dashing officer.
My alarm went offthe next that morning and I managed to wake up enough to drag myself to the kitchen to check voicemail - only to find out my brunch plans had cancelled. I can never fall back asleep once I'm up, so my day was pretty much shot. It took me all day to respond to emails and prepare 4 snail mails *sighs* but I'm caught up on all but one email since Thanksgiving. This is something I suppose.
Sun morning trap was better than expected, but after watching the advanced student who shared my class, I don't think I like trap nearly as much as silks. ( Read more... )
If my phone's text message box wasn't full, I'd've gotten the text that my brunch&furniture date had canceled, but as it was, I was halfway to the subway by then :( I sent texts to both Bbro and my sister and merrily argued the awesomeness of static vs. flying trap most of the way to Bbro. Unfortunately, he then got stuck on an hour's phone call consoling a friend (I didn't know guys did that) and somehow I got pulled into brunch with his ex-(college)roommate, who'd failed to make a reservation at Norma's, so we didn't get out of there until 4 :( ( cheap shots at Hahvahd kids ) It was just annoying that instead of quality time with my former fave sibling, I spent it with random (intelligent!) people.
I was not far from Express, so I stopped there to see what they had. Why do they sell so much cotton? Cotton kills! Fortunately I remembered I already have too many button downs, but I also tried on a half dozen tops and a half dozen dresses. Out of all that, I found one dress that fit - but somehow it perfectly fit my waist and hips. My sister tells me that even in the crappy cell phone pic sent to her Blackberry, she can see belly and the dress' design emphasizes it, and thus I shouldn't own it or wear it tmw's party, but I think I might keep it as a challenge.
Went home and drank a quarter bottle of rioja to console myself while watching fifth season ST:TNG. I thought TNG was supposed to be the best acted of the five series?? It was kinda dorky, with trite plot elements: on the other hand, Patrick Stewart declaiming to the alien being in an effort to save his ship is pretty awesome. I think though for my next Netflix (I only get two a month), I'll get the TNG cast in more realistically written adventures.
It's been so long since I've been out to a dance club in NYC, my first thought was, "But my knits will get smoky." Ha. I wasn't as dressed up as the other gals, but good enough for that club (and more comfortable in my flats). It wasn't a very good club - it was in NYU country, no cover before midnight, sausage factory, and no skinny bitches - but the dj played a few Top 40 and 80s songs and I got to dance and I want to do that again. We then went to Japas 38 for karaoke and I sang for a bit, destroyed my diet, and went home around four. Despite getting laid and drinking and all that, the highlight of my night was getting picked up and driven home by a dashing officer.
My alarm went off
Sun morning trap was better than expected, but after watching the advanced student who shared my class, I don't think I like trap nearly as much as silks. ( Read more... )
If my phone's text message box wasn't full, I'd've gotten the text that my brunch&furniture date had canceled, but as it was, I was halfway to the subway by then :( I sent texts to both Bbro and my sister and merrily argued the awesomeness of static vs. flying trap most of the way to Bbro. Unfortunately, he then got stuck on an hour's phone call consoling a friend (I didn't know guys did that) and somehow I got pulled into brunch with his ex-(college)roommate, who'd failed to make a reservation at Norma's, so we didn't get out of there until 4 :( ( cheap shots at Hahvahd kids ) It was just annoying that instead of quality time with my former fave sibling, I spent it with random (intelligent!) people.
I was not far from Express, so I stopped there to see what they had. Why do they sell so much cotton? Cotton kills! Fortunately I remembered I already have too many button downs, but I also tried on a half dozen tops and a half dozen dresses. Out of all that, I found one dress that fit - but somehow it perfectly fit my waist and hips. My sister tells me that even in the crappy cell phone pic sent to her Blackberry, she can see belly and the dress' design emphasizes it, and thus I shouldn't own it or wear it tmw's party, but I think I might keep it as a challenge.
Went home and drank a quarter bottle of rioja to console myself while watching fifth season ST:TNG. I thought TNG was supposed to be the best acted of the five series?? It was kinda dorky, with trite plot elements: on the other hand, Patrick Stewart declaiming to the alien being in an effort to save his ship is pretty awesome. I think though for my next Netflix (I only get two a month), I'll get the TNG cast in more realistically written adventures.