My Beauty Sleep
Every since I turned in my last project on Friday, I feel like I’ve been living to go back to bed. I had no idea how tiring this term had been, until it was over, and I became free to indulge myself in what my body craves, on a moment by moment basis. It’s nice, that freedom. I haven’t really left the house much, choosing instead to lay on my couch, watch movies, play video games, and get lots and lots of sleep. Like 12 hours a night kind of A Lot. I definetly feel rejuvenated, if not a bit sore….my back is yelling at me to quit all the lying down.
My attention has turned to planning this Winter Formal we are having in two weeks. Things keep looking promising and then falling through. I’m starting to get nervous now. I have a good lead, and a meeting tomorrow to attempt to firm up the place; I thought that I had found the perfect place–they seemed very interested and willing–but they aren’t willing enough to throw out all the latin dancers that would be displaced on a Tuesday night…their Latin Dance Night. It’s a real shame, the club is perfect, and close, and the drinks are reasonably priced, I have a meeting tomorrow with the man who just bought this club called Metal Rebel…I hear there was an awesome winter formal there a few years ago. This guy wants me to paint the entire night club in any way that I see fit (not before Winter Formal, just in general), so long as it’s lots of bright colors. Hello, Resume! I’m pretty excited, and I think he’ll let me use the space, but I’m concerned that it won’t be operational by then; fully stocked bar and seating and a a sound system are pretty crucial to this event. The photo booth fell through as well; who knew they cost $1700 for a four hour rental? Not me!
In other news, Reason #1812 that I adore my pal Katy Meehan: she has a large capacity, stackable washer and dryer that she’s letting me hold at my house…she doesn’t have the right hook-up at hers, so it’s living at my house currently. Which I love. It’s the first time I’ve had a washer dryer at my house since I moved out of my parents place, and lemme tell ya, it’s blissful. She swears it will change my life. I think she’s right. For the first time, I pulled still-warm socks out of the dryer and put them on my cold feet. I love Katy. Forever and ever, Amen. The only charge is that she has free access to it when she needs/wants, which is a bargain any way I look at it.
HoCakes left to go be with her family for the holidays…I miss her already. It’s nice to miss someone, though. It’s always so nice to reunite after a short pause…it recharges things so nicely! Not that we really needed the Recharging, but all the same… Things are going so well with her, it feels like I’m finally getting what I deserve in a partner. Her parents don’t know that we’re together, and it’s not really okay that they do, but I think her mom is onto us…she asked HoCakes what kind of women I like (she let it slip that I’m a lesbo) and then she followed up with, “Well…don’t let her hit on YOU”. Her mom sounds like a smart cookie, and she’s certainly caught HoCakes in enough compromising situations with The Ladies to know she feels like she needs to worry. So things could get interesting with the Fam this week, if I keep coming up in conversation…that’s what tipped her mom off initially. The only thing that concerns me is that they’d promised us use of their time-shares in Phoenix for the USITT conference in March, and then in Vegas, for spring break, the following week. While we had been planning on going somewhere more tropical, Vegas is closer and, suprisingly, cheaper. I’m super excited. I’m stoked to go spend two weeks in warmer climes with ladyfriend, lounging by pools and going dancing and seeing some shows and making some contacts…It’ll be a nice two weeks in the middle of a cold Winston Salem March. I’m hoping that we can get some other folks in on the action….Katy.
Well…I should be looking at other night clubs in the area instead of updating this thang, so…..
