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It’s 5 o’clock in the morning.

I have actually been doing much better with sleep lately.  It makes it even more frustrating when it’s not working out.   But the worst is when it’s working exactly right, I am sleeping deeply–dead to the world–and then I hear something that wakes me suddenly from that deep sleep.

I don’t know what it really was.  It got filtered into the dream I was having, and it sounded like someone was banging on my door.  But there’s no one at the door.  I don’t know if it came from the hallway or outside.  It doesn’t really matter.  What matters that it startled me, and now I’m too alert to get back to sleep easily.

At least I have the cat.  Mr. Darcy is doing what he usually does when I’m startled and up in the middle of the night, which is standing watch.  He lays on the end of the bed or on the couch next to me, very alert, looking out.  I call this pose ‘gargoyle-cat.’  Normally he’d be meowing up a storm to get me to pet him or pick him up, but now he’s just laying there, keeping an eye on things for me.  He’s almost as good as a dog.  It is comforting.

I’m not going to lie.  I mostly wrote this post to see if I could get it out of my system.  I don’t really have much to say at this hour.  So I’m going to try to go back to bed now.   Fingers crossed.

CSGL – Just Another Friday Night

Friday evening, Hepcat played with Flogging Molly at The Fox in Oakland.  It was my first time seeing a show there.   Kayphore came with me, and we spent a lot of the time during the opening act discussing our new band, what kind of band we want to be, and how we would like to get it off the ground.

However, before I had gone out on Friday, I had slipped into my I Don’t Give A Shit Attitude.   So I feel as though I may have some amends to make.

To the German girl who’s feet I absolutely clobbered while dancing to Hepcat – I’m really sorry.   I’m almost as sorry that I don’t speak a lick of German, and so couldn’t even express my regrets to you.

To all the people I wrote on – you’re probably realizing now that that was a medical grade marker that I was using.   I nicked it from the hospital when my dad had his surgery.   It’s not washing off is it?   Sorry about that.

To the guy who I made buy me that drink because he interrupted my conversation twice – your girlfriend didn’t seem to happy when she found us talking at the bar.   Sorry about that.    I hope you’re not in too much trouble.

To the guy I called “sweetheart” on the street – I don’t normally behave so informally towards strangers.   I’m sorry . ..  but seriously, call me.

Uh, and too anyone else who might have been offended or startled by my frankness, my verbal diarrhea, or my complete lack of any kind of internal censor, I apologize.

Just sayin’.

Crazy Single Girl Life – Let the Holidays Begin! The Struts at The Stork

Last Thursday, I kicked off the marathon of Holiday Festiveness!   The Struts were playing at a local dive, The Stork Club.   I picked up Kayphore, and we skipped off to the club, dodging cat calls along on the way.   (“You both know you’re damn sexy!”  YES!  Of course we do.)  We got there, bellied up to the bar to have a libation while the opening band warmed things up.

I was really hoping that Agent 99 and all her roommates would show up, and they did!!!   Also,  she brought us Strange Manor Christmas Volume 3 CDs.   I jumped up and down and shrieked at the top of my lungs in the middle of that bar and everyone, and I do mean Everyone, turned and stared at me.  I didn’t care.   I love those CDs.   They pretty much make the holidays for me.   

Anyway, soon The Struts took the stage.  I danced my ass off, and took some pictures, too.

 

We were having a blast; The Struts always put on a great show, and never fail to get me dancing.  When the band was done, Kayphore and I decided we should bail.  We didn’t want to stick around to see how dumb things could get.

“This party is Awesome.   Let’s get The Fuck outta here!”

That was a great way to kickoff the holiday shenanigans, dancing with good friends, and many giggles amongst the girls.   

Just sayin’.

Crazy Single Girl Life – Zombie Party Edition

This last week, The Phenomenauts hosted their annual Zombie Party.   It’s usually my favorite night of the year.   I’ve been going for years.  The party is always around Halloween, but not on the actual evening of Halloween.   The thought is that you would zombie-fy your Halloween costume, or come up with a unique zombie costume.  I’ve been Zombie Statue of Liberty, Zombie Tinkerbell, Zombie Frog Prince, Zombie Lounge Singer, and this year, Zombie Peabody.

It was a lot of fun, going on my own, not a half of a pair.  For one thing, I was able to come up with a really funny costume, dressing up as Peabody.   Also, I got to stay well beyond the bitter end.  

There was much fun, much drinking, much music, much dancing, and much good times.  Oh, and I took A LOT of pictures.

Crazy Single Girl Life – Kayphore’s Birthday Edition

 

So, last night was Kayphore’s birthday.   She wanted to go out to The City to see the former members of the Teenage Harlets play with various new groups.   So, we headed out to The Mission, and The Knockout.  

After filling Kayphore’s belly with some Mexican foods, we bellied up to the bar, and I bought her first Jack and Diet.   It was the first of many, as it should be, because it was her birthday and all. 

We sort of planted ourselves at the bar, for most of the night.   I, to be honest, was enjoying the company, and didn’t really spend much time paying close attention to the bands.  

It was actually an almost tame evening.   There wasn’t a lot of debauchery, other than Kayphore was appropriately sauced.    But regardless, I took a few photos.

 

The Birthday Girl

The Birthday Girl

Quentin Sr.

Quentin Sr. - Dig that Facial Hair!

What's this here?

What's This Here?

Quentin Sr. & Peabody

Quentin Sr. & Peabody

Us

Us

We Were Saying "Cheeseburger"

We Were Saying "Cheeseburger"

Oh yeah . . . That Guy was there

Oh yeah . . . That Guy was there

We had a very good time, but as the designated Sober Sister, I was out very very late.   Why am I still awake?   I don’t know.

Lazy Single Girl

Tonight, I could have gone out.   I could be out at a Maldroid show, doing my crazy single girl thing.   Or at the very least, I could have gone to the gym.  (Gyme?)

But I’m not.   I’m just being lazy instead.  I’m sitting here on my couch, wearing pajamas since nine this evening.  

I feel like a worthless slug.   

But I don’t really care.    And I’m realizing that sometimes the craziest thing a single girl can do is just let herself be lazy and do nothing.   

 

So There!!

My Whole Existance Reeks of Smoke and Whiskey

I have this bag, it was given to me at work, and I love it, because it’s just this canvas thing that slings easily across my body.  It has two external pouches which are perfect for my iPod and phone.  It’s khaki, so it already looks kind of dingy, and I don’t have to worry about getting it dirty.  It’s just the right size, too, to carry plenty of stuff, but it’s not awkward if it’s not totally full.  I love this thing to death.

And right now, I don’t want to go anywhere near it.  It smells so freaking bad.   I can’t even tell you how bad it is, except to tell you why it smells so bad.

Yesterday, after work, my department went out for drinks.   There were some folks in town from New York, and they were staying in the city, so we went over and were hanging out at Schroeder’s, a German restaurant with big, big beers.   I stuck to the pints, and had a couple, as well as a couple of shots of whiskey.   My tolerance level has gone way up since Tijuana. 

So, everything was fine at Schroeder’s, but then my co-workers wanted to move along, and where did they want to meander to?  Whiskey Thieves.  If you’re unawares of how the smoking laws work in California, let me tell you that Whiskey Thieves is the loophole.  You see, the law is based around the theory that employees should not be exposed to second hand smoke.   So, employees shouldn’t be working in the same place where people are smoking, so no smoking where there’s any employee present.  However, if the business does not have any employees and the owner doesn’t mind working in smoke, then you can smoke in the location.   Whiskey Thieves is owner operated, in other words, the bartender is the owner, so you can smoke in there, if that’s what you do.

So, I was there for about an hour and a half.   I sat at the bar and had a very amusing conversation with a couple of fellas.   I’d like to say that I remember the full conversation, but you know, at this point there was more whiskey, which may or may have not gotten dribbled on my bag.   I remember that the conversation did not suck.   

By the time I got out of there, I smelled like a cigarette butt floating in the last few drops of whiskey in a glass.    

Isn’t that lovely?

Just sayin’.


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