My life is *crazy*!

[angelchicken]

Whew. What a day. I can't believe I lived through it without any collateral damage. Exhausting, yo.

Lets see. I woke up at 10:30 (after getting home at two. More on that later) and proceeded to lie in bed for an hour doing things like rereading QaF fic and rewatching the Ted disk of season two. You know, the one with the topping. Because I suddenly needed to watch the topping.

But then I watched some other scenes, like the one where Michael and Justin come up with the idea for Rage, and I was kind of . . . perplexed. Now, I know that the writing on QaF isn't nearly as good as, say, the Jossverse (my opinion, in any case) but I just found Justin and Emmett and Michael and even Brian a little, I don't know, empty. But pretty. So, so pretty.

S'okay. The premier is tomorrow and that'll get me back into the swing. So long as there isn't too much focus on Ted. You know who I miss? Daphne. There should be more Daphne.

Then, around 11:30, I rolled out of bed, threw on a sweatshirt, sunglasses and a pair of fleece yoga-type pants, and went out for coffee. You know what isn't a good idea? Wearing fleece pants when it's in the sixties. At least not in public.

Anyway, I stumble out of the apartment, my wallet and keys clutched tight in my fist and my hair in a messy bun, looking for all the world like a 'day after' picture from any frat party - minus the handkerchief top and butt cleavage bearing jeans - and right into . . . the Spring Little League Opening Day Parade that is held every year on the Street I happen to live on. So not only do I look like I was out all night and experiencing the mother of all hangovers (I hadn't even washed off my make-up) I was seen by every little league team and their parents in suburban Queens. My main thought: Take a good look kids, this is you in 20 years.

After getting coffee (which I suspect was hazelnut as it had a flavor - yuck!) and eggs and, uh, something else, I came back, climbed back into bed and cleaned up Angstathon fic One. So it should be ready to post soon. Then I spent a few hours futzing about the internet, reading fic and stuff. I did have to pause at one point to run out and grab peanut butter, though.

Around 4:30 I decided I needed a nap and so I slept for an hour or so. Can you blame me? I was bushed! I had some horrible dreams, though, about my mother being disappointed in me and not liking me very much. And multiple dimension Buffy.

Then I woke up, read some more, knocked a full can of Diet Coke onto my rug, cleaned it, made a quick dinner (eating is neat. All the cool kids are doing it) and here I am.

So you can see, I am just nutso today. Off the hammer like cokehead. Oh yeah.

On the plus side, Saturdays in bed usually lead to mad productive Sundays. So really, I am just resting up for tomorrow.
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Last night was so fun. Met up with friends outside of NBC on 50th and ten of us took a limo to the Bronx for dinner! It was my friends birthday and she wanted to par-tay in style, so she rented the ride for the night. Nice. The food was faboo (Little little Italy on Arthur Ave. Best Italian food in the city) and the company rocked. The limo was huuuuge and had a stocked bar, CD/DVD player and champagne. We were the living embodiment of Madonna's "Music" video, yo. 'Cept we listened to the Milkshake song instead. A lot. And ate cupcakes.

After dinner we got back into the car and were taken back into Manhattan where we went to The Cubby Hole, a bar that bothers as its location defies basic principles of physics. The bar is on 12th and 4th streets. The streets in Manhattan run east-west (avenues are N-S) and all run parallel to each other! They do! I have spent five years working in Midtown! Grid system! 4th and 12th should not intersect. It is confusing and wrong.

Also, I have been to the bar before. It's a funky place. Kind of trendy during the week and then a big lesbian hang out on the weekends. It's fun. But dude. I got out of the car and was smoking a cigarette outside with a few others when suddenly this random chick looks at us and yells out "Who the hell invited the breeders?!" I felt so persecuted. And kind of confused as the guy I was standing next to could only have been more stereotypically gay if her was wearing a rainbow spandex top.

Whatever. I ended up only staying for a little bit as I was tired and felt like sacking out in the back of the limo for a bit. Then the limo started moving and it turns out I was going to the Culture Club with a few others. I called my friend, the Birthday girl, and let her know I was in the car so she wouldn't go looking for me. Culture Club was okay, but I was getting a weird vibe all night. I guess I just wasn't into it. I surprisingly knew very little of the music, other than the copious amounts of Madonna and didn't really feel like dancing, so around one i hopped back into the limo with a few others and was taken to Penn where I got the 1:20 train home.

All in all, a faboo night. I want to always travel in a limo. Can someone arrange that for me?

Comments

[chicken-cem.livejournal.com]

The Ted is a tweaked drug addict storyline is just stupid -- he never would have done that. And the writing is pretty bad. It used to be good, back in Season One when Drew Z. Greenberg used to write for QAF, but when he left for Buffy, the writing on QAF simply got bad without him. Joss' gain, QAF's loss.

Daphne was great. Bring her back!!

I also have stepped out the door into an unexpected situation, looking pretty bad -- it happens to all of us! No shame.