No Erasure for me then

My group did our presentation yesterday. It went ok. We were nothing spectacular. I just glad it's over.

My co-worker was suppose to get us tickets for Erasure. But he ended up getting tickets for last Monday night without realizing it. So that sucks. But I just saw on the website that the Boston show isn't sold out yet so Boston here I come!!

I ended up going to the Coleseum last night. I forgot how small that place was. The drag show went on for longer than I expected and we only got a half hour to dance before the place closed. Oh but baby, what a half hour it was. Unfortuantely I had 2 perfect margaritas with dinner, then moved on to beers at the club. My friend bought me a shot and I downed it without asking what it was. Jaeger. Noxious shit. I blame the resulting vomit on that shot.

When I got dropped off at the restaurant to pick up my car I saw that the new manager was still there at 2.30 in the morning. I was just going to drive off but something made me call in. It turned out he had lost his keys and was waiting for any one of his friends to call him back so that he could get a ride home and pick up his spare. So there was a good chance he was going to be spending the night at the restaurant. I offered to give him a lift and he wanted to go to the diner first. Since this was suppose to be our bonding night anyway (this is the co-worker who didn't get the tickets)off we went. Well hell...by 6.30 am I was wondering if I had ears left. This boy can talk! It was a good time and at least last night I didn't toss and turn until 7am having weird random thoughts of ex-lovers.

I'm a post-a-holic tonight

I can't stop looking at my bruises so I'll share them with you too.

Random

On my way to the massage I was stopped at a red light where a group was holding a fund raiser. This is normal at this intersection during the warm seasons. I was getting some of my loose change together so I didn't notice what the red lettering on his lime yellow vest actually said. It read, "HELP RETARDED CHILDREN". I gave the man my change and the light turned green before I could make an ass of him or myself.

Yesterday my group got together to work on the presentation portion of our project. Our president, Erin, had held up her part and gotten the project printed and bound and submitted right on time. Ron and I had stayed at school from Monday afternoon into 1.30am Tuesday morning editing and refining all the work everybody had submitted at that point. Erin then added the last finishing touches and took it to the printers. So, yesterday, this girl in our group has the balls to ask me why a portion of her work was not included in the submitted draft. I apologized immediately and asked her to tell me what had gotten deleted. I must have read these drafts 10 times during the editing process and the topic whose omission she seemed so pissed about was not part of the content I had edited. So I asked her when she submitted it and she told me with great indignation, "I submitted it Tuesday". I told her was that the project had to be submitted Tuesday at 10am and that Ron and I finished the edits at 1.30am Tuesday morning. I later shared this discussion with Erin who said, "What? Does she mean that thing sent me at 9 am Tuesday morning?!?!" If that shit was so important you should have submitted it earlier, or better yet, you should have been working on that shit with us Monday night.
So, to that girl in my group I say, I hope my meager donation today makes its way to you.

Cupping continued

So I had Willy Cup my back today. Despite my previous assertion that I don't bruise easily there are now several bruises, 8 in all, on my back where I was cupped. They are about double the diameter of a silver dollar are intensely black and blue. More and more I think I have some sort of affinity for pain because I'm kind of digging my bruises. Anyway...I might have to find a new masseur..again. Willy asked for my number at the beginning of the session and I gave it willingly because I thought he might want it in case he moves locations. All good. But at the end of the session he kissed my hand when we did our whole "see you next time" thing. It kind of wierded me out. I stopped going to my last semi-regular masseur because some weird line was crossed when he licked my nipples. This isn't the same but it's still weirding me out.

the shit didn't hit the fan

I had to do an awful thing this past Saturday but it was not as awful as the awful thing Cheto had to do.

One of my servers came up to me to tell me that someone from one of her tables just came back from the men's bathroom and told her that there was "stuff" on the walls. When she told me I just hoped and prayed that it wasn't what I feared. So, I sent one of my hosts to do a bathroom check and sure enough "stuff" was exactly what I feared it was.

Speculation flew among the staff as to exactly how "stuff" could be get that high on the walls. Some of the discussions went like this:

"Maybe he had to go really bad and by the time he got to pulling his pants down it just got the best of him"
"So...it projectiled out of him and made a 90 degree turn up the wall?!?"

"Were there hand marks?"

"Did anybody see a guy come out of there covered in shit?"

While all this was going on I had the awful task of telling Cheto, our dishwasher, to put on gloves, get the mop and bucket and NO I MEAN IT PUT ON GLOVES!, and go to the bathroom and clean it up.

You feel pretty low asking another human being to go clean up after somebody's errant shit. You feel lower still when you realize your glad it wasn't you who had to do the cleaning up.

Holy Crap!!! this project is sucking the life out of me

1 a.m. and I'm still at school finishing up a project that I thought was pretty much done. Sucks to be me. Well, sucks to be Ron, Erin and me. Those are the other two from the group still working on this project.

the free weekend

- Cleaned car thoroughly
- Cleaned Rosie's car not so thoroughly
- Laid about
- Did my taxes
- Helped with Annie's taxes
- Did not work on presentation
- Did not shower
- Enjoyed the amazing sunshine

I haven't had one of these in years!

gasp!!! I have a weekend off!!!! Granted I have to spend it working on this crazy ass presentation for class and I had to work like a mad dog this past week to get it but still...I have a weekend off!!!

I think I burned my retina

I came home last night after work and I was totally beat. I scarfed down some left overcioppino that my sister made for Good Friday dinner. I cuddled/molested the cat for a little bit and then passed out on the living room couch. I woke up to my sister yelling, "My god we can't hear the tv over your snoring. Go to bed!" while my brother-in-law giggled in the background. I mumbled something at them, turned over and went back to sleep. The next time I woke up the house was pitch black but I was sure that the sun was about to come up. It turned out to be only 12.30am. So I set my alarm (or I think I did I'm not sure) and fell into my bed. I woke up again at 3.30 and then finally 5.30 and decided that I just couldn't sleep anymore. I had left the lights on in my room from my earlier stumblings. I was staring at the white walls while my contacts tried to re-moisturize when I noticed that there were squigly lines all over the place. When I looked "closer" I realized that they were the same lines that I stare at all day at work as I map. I think the images of those lines are burnt into my retina. I need to learn to look away from the screen more often.

On the plus side I left for work early. I even stopped off at a diner and had a big 'ol greasy breakfast* and still got in to work at 7.30. Awesome.

*Diner owners please stop advertising Hormel corned beef hash as home-made. If you open a can it's not home-made. Unless you cook cabbages, peppers, and onions with a slab of cured beef and then grind it all up together it's not home-made. Damn, I always fall for it. When will I ever learn that only my diner has actual home-made corned beef hash.

Willie cupped me

I just got back from a massage with Willie, my masseur, and he introduced me to cupping. I'd seen evidence of its existence in movies and never really knew what it was. It, my friend, is fantastic. My leg is, I maintain, much improved was still jump-out-of-my-skin-sore-to-the-touch when Willie tried to massage it. Let me explain my base-line for evaluating pain in my calves. You touch my calf when its properly warmed up, healthy and stretched regularly and I will simultaneously purr and want to scratch your eyes out. My calves hurt when they are touched. Period. When I get a massage with a new masseuse/masseur I always have to warn them about my reaction to being touched "down there". Still, it's the place I most love to be massaged. There's that hint of masochism again. When PT Tom gave me my leg massage it was both vomitous and delicious.

I've been going to Willie irregularly for about a year and he's gotten to know some of my body's idiosyncrasies. Specifically how much I love/hate but definitely need my calves to be roughed up. So there I was panting in pain as he applied pulverizing pressure to the left calf. Suddenly he walks out of the room. And all I could think was, "You get back in there slugger. Don't give up on me now." He might have said I'll be right back but I didn't hear him over the ringing in my ears. He comes back with a hot wet towel to heat up my leg and asks, "Can I cup you?" Were I completely ignorant I might have gotten offended or at the very least confused. As it was I did not contain my excitement. All I said was, "AWESOME!"

He ended up putting what felt like 9 cups all over my left calf while he finished with the rest of the massage. It was amazing! My leg still has some marks that may or may not bruise. I don't bruise easily so I'm not that worried. I feel amazing from the over-all massage. My leg feels incredible! There was a minute after he finished putting all of the cups on when I could feel a crampy ripple go through my calf and then it was gone and it then it just was all pressure and sweetness.

Next time I'm going to ask him if I can get cupped all over.