Friday, Sept. 26, 2003 - 12:33 p.m.
Well, it’s Friday and I’m working. So it’s one for two. If I’m employing that sports metaphor right. Ew. I mentioned sports in my journal. And on a Friday!
Enough of that.
Since it is Friday, Thomas and I journeyed up Magazine Street today (past Rue, John) and straight into the Warehouse District to have coffee at PJs.
An employee who was much too bouncy and happy for so early in the morning chirped at me that if I bought coffee I could buy a PJs 25th anniversary jazz CD made up of songs by local jazz musicians for only 2.50.
Sold.
We had enough time to sit outside and drink iced chai (me) and iced mocha (him) and discuss various and sundry. High on the top of the list was some sort of mental creation of Thomas’s. Spandex camouflage. Camodex, as I dubbed it. Somehow the fact that it was camouflage would hide the fact it was spandex. And as we all know, spandex is a most offensive material when it is worn by most human beings.
Anyway, that’s really his story to tell, not mine.
I suppose I will now tell you about my plans for the upcoming weekend. I am under no illusions that my weekend activities are why most people read my journal. ;)
Anyway, tonight is going to be very exciting. NO, no caftans. However, there will be grocery shopping! Oh, yes. I know how to spend my Friday nights.
I might try to pop into Walgreen’s in search of “the” Halloween themed paper products for this year. I was rather disappointed in Wal-Mart’s selection of cups, plates and napkins last week and I won’t even speak of what Schwinn Sixie has to offer.
The Halloween themed paper products are half the fun of Halloween Costume Caftan Night.
When I get home from shopping my brains out, I plan to either soak in a hot tub or take a lavender sugar scrub shower by candlelight. It will depend on the time and my mood.
Then I’m going to make Hamburger Helper for dinner and relax in front of the television to watch some sort of scary movie. Didn’t see that one coming, did you?
Tomorrow I am going to sleep later that 5:38 a.m. (which is when I get up on weekday mornings, curse it)! Then I am going to clean like a whirlwind. I shall be an Avenging Flame of Cleanliness. I shall forswear Changing Rooms AND Ciao Italia!
This is because I have to pick Kristen up at the bus station at 2:30 and then bring her to the Quarter and then zoom back to Crescentwood for 5 to meet Jaye and then it’s off to Whole Foods for dinner.
After that we’re performing the Rite of the Dark Crescent to celebrate my Pylon’s 4th year of existence which, as always, culminates at the Riverwalk.
I think one quick drink at Pirate’s Alley or Lafitte’s will be in order before shlepping back to Crescentwood. Jaye is talking about Buddha Belly and I have also suggested buying boozage at Whole Foods and drinking at Crescentwood. This is both frugal and selfish on my part. Frugal in that drinking at home will be much cheaper than drinking out and selfish in that if I get to drink at home I do not have to drive and be the designated driver and not drink.
I guess if there’s one occupation I hate more than my current job, it would be Designated Driver. Being sober on Bourbon Street can be a harrowing experience.
And, Kat, no, I do not intend to get el blotto, I just like to be pleasantly buzzed. Enough so that driving a car would be unwise although most likely not fatal.
I can’t remember the last time I got hugely drunk. Hmm, wait a minute, yes, it’s coming back to me now. It was at Kristen and Austin’s wedding last October. I was exceedingly drunk that night. Disgracefully drunk.
But it was hella fun!
But just as a general warning…. Never mix champagne and chartreuse. You’ll be soooorry!
One thing Saturday night will be chock full of is camaraderie, good fun and lots of conversation.
Hail the Dark Crescent!
In about one hour I am getting my hair cut again. By Curtis my new gay hairdresser. I am wondering whether he’ll remember me, but let’s cross that bridge when we come to it.
I am going to bob my hair even shorter than last time. It touched my shoulders last time. This time I want it a little beyond chin length.
Wish me luck.
I’m running out of things to say, but, wait, a little comment about “Friends”.
Joey and Rachel have nothing but sexual chemistry together. No long term feelings. You watch, Ross and Rachel will get back together by the end of the season. You heard it first here in my journal. (All right, you probably didn’t, but pretend, damnit, PRETEND!)
Also, why, oh why, couldn’t Phoebe have stayed with Hank Azaria? Talk about chemistry! Mike is just a boring pretty boy. I’m with Ross.
Well, a ton of work just fell out of the sky onto my head so I must go attend to it.
