Monday, June 06, 2005
| Happy Fucking Annoying Monday! I was supposed to have lunch with my boss today and then 10 minutes before we’re supposed to go, he bailed. I was happy about that, but also like what the fuck? I could have had lunch with Kelly and her cousin today, but I told her I couldn’t due to my boss wanting to be my best friend. And then he cancels. I smell douchebaggery! In any case, left with nothing to do, I decided to go to the roof of my building and lay out in the sun. That was either a really smart move or a really lame move since I scorched my pale skin. I’ve decided that I want to get a wicked tan this summer, so why not jump right in? Well OOF DAH! My face feels like it has third degree burns on it. Good thing I’m wearing a red baseball cap…it makes my face look a little less bright. But how fun was it lying on the roof of my building? So fun! Cept if my boss had come up there, he would have caught me half-naked basking on a blanket. SURPRISE! In other news, the Murder Mystery Party was a fantastic success! Kelly and I worked our asses off for it. In fact, I didn’t sit down from like 5pm until 1:30am when I got home from the bars. My legs were so sore. I should probably start doing more cardio. Or any at all. Everyone came in costume and then played the game very well. Kelly and I served KILLER (get it…cuz it’s a murder mystery party – a har har har har snort!) appetizers and refreshed any drink that needed refreshing. And to be totally honest, they weren’t so much killer (a har?) appetizers as they were multiple in number. I’m talking pizza rolls, pigs in a blanket (hot dog roll ups, as I like to call them), dips, chips, and lips! Cept not so much lips. At the end of the game, the unthinkable happened! Kelly and I had everyone read the solutions to find out who the killer was. Basically the person who has number 1 goes first, then 2 goes second and so on. Number 8 is the killer, so they should read last. WELL OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPS! I totally misread the directions and had everyone read from number 8 to number 1 by accident. As soon as the person playing the killer read number 8, I looked at Kelly and was like OH FUCK! WE DID IT BACKWARDS! I’m so anal about EVERYTHING, but of COURSE I go and BLOW it at the very end. Ay yi yi. But overall I think everyone had a great time. Once I cleaned up the entire apartment (told you I’m anal), most of us head over to Henrietta Hudson’s (the local lesbian hangout) to go dancing. That’s about the most exciting part of that story. I ended up back at home around 1:30am and Paul walked in shortly after that. He proceeded to get wasted as he did on Friday night and I threw his ass in bed when he couldn’t stand anymore. Yeah. Hanging out with Paul over the weekend…I’d like to call it Adventures in Babysitting, yet our version wasn’t nearly as entertaining. Tomorrow night I’m having dinner with one of my readers. How weird is that? Pretty weird for me since I don’t usually meet up with people who read this journal. Something about the worlds colliding that I’m not too comfortable with. But this guy lives in California, so if it turns out that we hate each other, we don’t have to cross paths ever again. But I’m sure it will be fine. Except he doesn’t drink alcohol and he only eats healthy food. Basically he’s who I want to be when I grow up. Even if I am two years older than him. So I found out this morning that one of my favorite bodybuilders passed away. I was kind of upset. It’s not like I knew him in person, but still, he was someone that I’ve looked up to since I was younger. Paul Demayo, rest in peace, my man. Well I guess that’s it. Hopefully your Monday is like mine – almost a distant memory! |
