Okay, maybe misbehavin’ just a tiny bit,
in my own, silly and sentimental ways.
It was a long weekend, my friends;
a new pinacle of absurd decadence.
Friday night, Theo’s brother Colin was up
from California, and as he was heading out
Saturday morning, he wanted to make the most
of his visit and “party like a rock-star”(tm).
We hung out in our garage space for awhile,
playing darts and beer-pong
(the strangest & most pointless drinking game in all creation),
and then they all wanted to hit the bars.
I wasn’t going to go, really;
but then Colin forced me to (literally, physically!).
Anyway, we went to the Brotherhood, played some pool,
and then down to Jake’s to watch people dance.
(Jake’s is the gay club in town, where the Go Club used to be).
Theo stayed on with Rob ’til the wee hours;
I stumbled home alone at around 1:30 and slept
like an inebriated baby.
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Saturday was our Cowboy Bebop marathon,
and a thing of beauty it was.
We started at about 1:00 in the pm,
and finished around 1:00 in the am.
We got through the whole thing,
including the movie which we watched in
sequence with the series (in between discs 5 and 6).
Not incredibly tired at the time,
I stayed up watching Smalleville all night,
through the next day, until Sunday at around 11 pm.
I watched the entire second season in a day,
which was absolutely ridiculous. I highly recommend it.
As my brain started to shut down, I started to confuse
Smalleville with Cowboy Bebop, to the point that the action
at times looked animated; and I thought people were flying
around in their space ships shooting at each other.
It was a little bizarre. Then I slept like a
giant-overloaded-brain baby.
Monday I woke up late and recuperated;
and thank God for a three-day weekend.
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Tuesday was my first full day of work (9-5),
doing data entry at the Advancement Office.
The work is fine (read: mind-numbing but easy),
but would be a lot better if I understood the point.
Basically, we are taking the info from the old records,
which were in MS Access, and checking it against the new
records, which are in PowerCampus. Since most of the
info in the PowerCampus records is more current than the
MS Access info, in the case of a discrepency we usually
go with the PowerCampus info anyway, but flag the discrepency
for someone else to look at. Granted, we do change and fix
some data; but they’re paying out a whole lot of money
to get this done, which I don’t entirely understand.
Under no circumstances am I complaining;
it’s an easy paycheck.
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Tuesday night I went swing-dancing at the Olympia Eagle’s Ballroom.
I saw fewer people I knew than I had hoped I might (2),
but I knew the DJ, and as soon as I walked in she came over
to say “hi” and then introduced me to all the best dancers
in the place. There was some amazing dancing there,
and rusty as I am, I felt self-conscious and inadequate.
However, I still had a ball (small pun).
There’s no better way to meet people than to dance with them,
and I danced my little feet off (quite a feat! haha).
I had forgotten how much I missed dancing,
and I’m tickled that there’s still a scene here in town.
Tonight is the Open Mike / Poetry Reading at Last Word Books.
I’m planning on reading The Embarrassing Episode of Little Miss Muffet,
by Guy Wetmore Carryl. Sometimes I think I’m the only one who’s ever
heard of the poem; but it’s a great poem to read aloud.
I’ve no idea what I might read of mine. Perhaps I’ll write
something new for the occassion. Maybe something dance-related;
last night was an inspiring muse.
Swing like a hu-man,
can-can, rat-ta-tam-tam,
douse my cakes in the frim-fram.
Feet flail like spaghetti,
fast like Andretti,
sweat like the serengeti
as I rock the beat steady.