"you've got two coconuts and your bangin em togevver!"
Well I've had an exciting weekend, entailing much
1. 12 Hour Workdays
My three 12 hour workdays in a row were originally going to also be accompanied by three concerts, but I failed totally and I only went to one concert. Much working is good...it means I will have money eventually. But 12 hour days really kind of suck. Me and Robin got to work together at H2H (finally! The reunion of the Dream Team!) on Friday morning because Lucy (one of our bosses) is out of town. Much fun was had by all. We made a pillow fort. Not really. But it was fun imaginging!
I worked again at H2H on Saturday afternoon, again because of Lucy's absence. I was supposed to work with Juan Miguel but it was so slow that Karen told him not to come in. Me, Robin, and Angelina have decided that he doesn't really exist. He's a pretend employee.
2. Broken Bicycles
After work on Friday, I was riding my bike to the Climax Lounge where Action Shot had a show. Three blocks away, there was an ominous clunk, and my front wheel started wobbling dangerously. I got off and walked it to the venue, and turned it upside down in the parking lot. A quick inspection seems like the hub somehow came apart, and all the ball bearings fell out, so the wheel can't turn properly anymore. This is annoying. Sometime soon I'll have to find time to go buy ball bearings, then go to Derailer and get them to help me fix it. Annoying annoying annoying. Stupid bike, falling apart while I'm on it.
3. Drunkenness
After my bike fell apart, I asked Dan (Action Shot's trumpet player) to give me a ride home since I obviously couldn't ride home. Dan has a van that my bike will fit inside, and he lives near me, so it would be easy for him. This would have worked out fantastically, except Dan got drunk at the show (for anyone who's counting, this is the second show in a row in which he could not give me a promised ride home because he got drunk). I went to his brother Andy (not Action Shot's drummer, but another Andy), because while I won't stop Dan from drinking (not that I could if I wanted to), I won't fucking get in a car with him if I even suspect him of it, because I don't think my faith and trust in him as a friend really extends to me risking my life more than necessary in his presence. Andy took Dan's keys and gave them to me, and I drove Dan's car to my house. I did not give Dan a ride home--he wanted to go out drinking more. So he gave me a ride home, he just wasn't in the car at the time. I'm still frustrated over it though. It's not so much that he got drunk, though he does get drunk far too much to my liking (as someone who just doesn't like being drunk, I have a hard time understanding the appeal). It's that he said he would do something and then he flaked out. I'm really, really glad Andy stepped in for me and made sure I had a way home, so he gets props. And it's also the reason he flaked--again, get drunk if you want, but when it interferes with your life/friends/responsibilities, I feel like that's pretty fucking lame. Like letting your friends down (even if it's something relatively minor like making sure they have a way home) because you would rather get drunk is pretty fucking lame. If he wanted to get drunk, he should've told me, and I could have found another ride home easily (after all, Action Shot has eight people in it). If he agreed to give me a ride home, he shouldn't have gotten drunk. I'm so tired of being let down by friends because they're drunk, or having to babysit them because they're so drunk they can't take care of themselves. I can't wait until I'm 30 and I have friends who know their limits. And I hate the fact that if I bring any of this up to them, I'm the sXe bitchy closeminded asshole who can't respect other people's choices.
4. Angry Punks
At the show, I saw a kid that I haven't seen for like four years. He used to be involved in the ARA (anti-racist action) when it was active in Denver. Apparently in the intervening time he has made friends with crackheads (in the name of tolerance, or something, he was letting one smoke crack in his car, or maybe he's an addict too) which makes me feel dumb for ranting about my friends' alcoholism, but whatever. He was also trying to get us to put the crack addict on the guest list, saying that the kid was homeless and broke. Maybe, but when your friend is smoking crack, that doesn't make me eager to do him any favors. He was telling me that he's moving to Berlin next month so that he can join the ARA out there. More power to him. It was funny though, because the fact that almost all the ARA kids have joined other kinds of activism--like Food Not Bombs and Transform Columbus Day and the Tent City Initiative--didn't seem to have any meaning to him. Like if you're not out getting into fistfights with Nazis, you're not doing anything productive. He always was kind of a weird kid.
5. Ridiculous Ska
So the concert was Action Shot opening for The Slackers. The Slackers are a ridiculously amazing ska band. Last time I saw them, at the Starlight, they played for over three hours. We were so psyched to be opening for them. Smooth ska stylin's from the east coast, and much amazing soloing. Their trombone player is kind of cute. So is their singer, though not when he has a beard like this. Their sax player isn't at all cute, but goddamn if he isn't an amazing musician. Their bass player (in the background), on the other hand, is absolutely adorable. Not so much how he looks, but when he talks to you and he's all unassuming and quiet and shy and CUTE. I promise that my liking for this band has very little to do with their overall cuteness, but I think that it's noteworthy. I mean, it's hard to describe musical agility over LJ, but you can all see their cuteness for yourselves.
6. Work Stress
At work on Saturday, I had to give Lori, one of our newer pages, a reassuring talk because apparently she's now on Gerry's "list." That is, she's having to go through all the shit that I had to go through last year that ultimately ended up on my employee evaluation. I assured her that Gerry just does that, that it has very little to do with her actual competence.
7. Mysterious Injuries
About a week ago, my ankle started hurting kind of randomly. I assumed that I had somehow given myself a charley horse and didn't think much of it. But a week later it still hurts, and I can't figure out what the hell I did. I've been known (especially when I was a little kid) to be something of a hypochondriac when it comes to injuries and illnesses, but I can't remember a time when I managed to really hurt myself and not know how it happened. It feels like I did something to the tendons on the outside of my ankle, like I rolled it or sprained it and it's still unhappy. But despite my penchant for falling over without warning, I don't think that explains this, because you would think I would remember sharp pain resulting from a fall. Very weird. I've found that if I wrap an ace bandage around it it feels much better, so I'm doing that for a few days, hoping that whatever is wrong takes care of itself. So very weird.
On second thought, I really don't feel like posting about electrical static charges.
1. 12 Hour Workdays
My three 12 hour workdays in a row were originally going to also be accompanied by three concerts, but I failed totally and I only went to one concert. Much working is good...it means I will have money eventually. But 12 hour days really kind of suck. Me and Robin got to work together at H2H (finally! The reunion of the Dream Team!) on Friday morning because Lucy (one of our bosses) is out of town. Much fun was had by all. We made a pillow fort. Not really. But it was fun imaginging!
I worked again at H2H on Saturday afternoon, again because of Lucy's absence. I was supposed to work with Juan Miguel but it was so slow that Karen told him not to come in. Me, Robin, and Angelina have decided that he doesn't really exist. He's a pretend employee.
2. Broken Bicycles
After work on Friday, I was riding my bike to the Climax Lounge where Action Shot had a show. Three blocks away, there was an ominous clunk, and my front wheel started wobbling dangerously. I got off and walked it to the venue, and turned it upside down in the parking lot. A quick inspection seems like the hub somehow came apart, and all the ball bearings fell out, so the wheel can't turn properly anymore. This is annoying. Sometime soon I'll have to find time to go buy ball bearings, then go to Derailer and get them to help me fix it. Annoying annoying annoying. Stupid bike, falling apart while I'm on it.
3. Drunkenness
After my bike fell apart, I asked Dan (Action Shot's trumpet player) to give me a ride home since I obviously couldn't ride home. Dan has a van that my bike will fit inside, and he lives near me, so it would be easy for him. This would have worked out fantastically, except Dan got drunk at the show (for anyone who's counting, this is the second show in a row in which he could not give me a promised ride home because he got drunk). I went to his brother Andy (not Action Shot's drummer, but another Andy), because while I won't stop Dan from drinking (not that I could if I wanted to), I won't fucking get in a car with him if I even suspect him of it, because I don't think my faith and trust in him as a friend really extends to me risking my life more than necessary in his presence. Andy took Dan's keys and gave them to me, and I drove Dan's car to my house. I did not give Dan a ride home--he wanted to go out drinking more. So he gave me a ride home, he just wasn't in the car at the time. I'm still frustrated over it though. It's not so much that he got drunk, though he does get drunk far too much to my liking (as someone who just doesn't like being drunk, I have a hard time understanding the appeal). It's that he said he would do something and then he flaked out. I'm really, really glad Andy stepped in for me and made sure I had a way home, so he gets props. And it's also the reason he flaked--again, get drunk if you want, but when it interferes with your life/friends/responsibilities, I feel like that's pretty fucking lame. Like letting your friends down (even if it's something relatively minor like making sure they have a way home) because you would rather get drunk is pretty fucking lame. If he wanted to get drunk, he should've told me, and I could have found another ride home easily (after all, Action Shot has eight people in it). If he agreed to give me a ride home, he shouldn't have gotten drunk. I'm so tired of being let down by friends because they're drunk, or having to babysit them because they're so drunk they can't take care of themselves. I can't wait until I'm 30 and I have friends who know their limits. And I hate the fact that if I bring any of this up to them, I'm the sXe bitchy closeminded asshole who can't respect other people's choices.
4. Angry Punks
At the show, I saw a kid that I haven't seen for like four years. He used to be involved in the ARA (anti-racist action) when it was active in Denver. Apparently in the intervening time he has made friends with crackheads (in the name of tolerance, or something, he was letting one smoke crack in his car, or maybe he's an addict too) which makes me feel dumb for ranting about my friends' alcoholism, but whatever. He was also trying to get us to put the crack addict on the guest list, saying that the kid was homeless and broke. Maybe, but when your friend is smoking crack, that doesn't make me eager to do him any favors. He was telling me that he's moving to Berlin next month so that he can join the ARA out there. More power to him. It was funny though, because the fact that almost all the ARA kids have joined other kinds of activism--like Food Not Bombs and Transform Columbus Day and the Tent City Initiative--didn't seem to have any meaning to him. Like if you're not out getting into fistfights with Nazis, you're not doing anything productive. He always was kind of a weird kid.
5. Ridiculous Ska
So the concert was Action Shot opening for The Slackers. The Slackers are a ridiculously amazing ska band. Last time I saw them, at the Starlight, they played for over three hours. We were so psyched to be opening for them. Smooth ska stylin's from the east coast, and much amazing soloing. Their trombone player is kind of cute. So is their singer, though not when he has a beard like this. Their sax player isn't at all cute, but goddamn if he isn't an amazing musician. Their bass player (in the background), on the other hand, is absolutely adorable. Not so much how he looks, but when he talks to you and he's all unassuming and quiet and shy and CUTE. I promise that my liking for this band has very little to do with their overall cuteness, but I think that it's noteworthy. I mean, it's hard to describe musical agility over LJ, but you can all see their cuteness for yourselves.
6. Work Stress
At work on Saturday, I had to give Lori, one of our newer pages, a reassuring talk because apparently she's now on Gerry's "list." That is, she's having to go through all the shit that I had to go through last year that ultimately ended up on my employee evaluation. I assured her that Gerry just does that, that it has very little to do with her actual competence.
7. Mysterious Injuries
About a week ago, my ankle started hurting kind of randomly. I assumed that I had somehow given myself a charley horse and didn't think much of it. But a week later it still hurts, and I can't figure out what the hell I did. I've been known (especially when I was a little kid) to be something of a hypochondriac when it comes to injuries and illnesses, but I can't remember a time when I managed to really hurt myself and not know how it happened. It feels like I did something to the tendons on the outside of my ankle, like I rolled it or sprained it and it's still unhappy. But despite my penchant for falling over without warning, I don't think that explains this, because you would think I would remember sharp pain resulting from a fall. Very weird. I've found that if I wrap an ace bandage around it it feels much better, so I'm doing that for a few days, hoping that whatever is wrong takes care of itself. So very weird.
On second thought, I really don't feel like posting about electrical static charges.