Haven’t written about much in a while, time to catch up...

Last Thursday I went to a reggae show at Peabody’s with A and co. This was my first reggae show, and regardless of the fact that the drinks went to my head a little quicker than usual, I really enjoyed it. Went home with A to make sure that he would be awake to get to his job at 3 a.m. (which is insane, really), before staggering home to cuddle with beagles and call in sick for work.

Friday night was another uneventful shift at the restaurant followed by me joining A and co. for his friend’s insane birthday celebration (wherein he journeyed to 24 bars in 24 hours for his 24th birthday). I had the honor of driving the birthday boy back to A’s that night relieved that I no longer feel inspired to go on marathon bouts of drinking these days.

Saturday, another shift at the restaurant, and I actually had to serve for the first time in weeks (I usually get to bus, much more physically intensive but less annoying people to have to deal with). The night went pretty smoothly, I raked in the cash and was relieved not to have plans afterwards so that I could go home and get some sleep.

Sunday after visiting the family I journeyed to the Heights to meet A and co. for a late lunch/early dinner at the Mongolian Barbecue. My friend J from the night job and her boyfriend R joined us, which was interesting, I suppose. They probably didn’t leave the best impression, as they were both completely stoned and J was in a pretty ruthless mood. Eh. The restaurant was great, though, and we walked over to Big Fun to play with some retro toys and I went to Tommy’s to stock up on vegan cookies. A and I decided to go back to his place to watch movies and I made it there just in time to realize that I was starting to get very sick very quickly. I slithered off of his couch, unable to finish watching the History Channel’s program on cannibalism, stopped at the drug store to stock up on cold supplies, and went home to try and sleep it off.

I dragged myself to work on Monday, figuring that my cold would only get more severe and I would want to save the sick days for the really horribly sick days, and tried to do more than stare listlessly at my computer. Even my law school news when I returned home did little to cheer me. I made three half-hearted calls to share the news before turning in for the night.

Tuesday, thankfully, I was feeling a bit better. Spent most of my time at work trying to figure out the charade that is applying for Financial Aid (what a pain in the ass!) and making very long lists of everything that I need to accomplish here at work and at home before school starts (every time I look at the calendar and see how much time I don’t have, well, I start to panic). Feeling well enough to venture out that night, I met A, B, and my prodigal friend J at the Winnie for some drinks and musical fun. Great night, all told. Missed my pal and was glad to see him again, had an incredible conversation with A, and went home exhausted and happy.

Took another day off of the day job yesterday (hey, it’s my personal time, man…I’m going to use every hour of it before I leave!) to laze about before trekking to the restaurant for a very unusual mid-week shift. Managed to get out incredibly early, had some sweet words with my sweet A, and got a surprisingly restful night of sleep.

Today I will continue to update procedures and slyly try to train people to do my job without being too obvious about my plans to leave. Damn. Can’t believe I’m going through with this. Tonight I’ll be wedding shoe shopping. Thrilling. Tomorrow A and I will be going to see Green Day. I’m still torn as to whether I should play it safe with my punk self tomorrow or if I should just go all out with the bondage straps and the dog collars. It is already getting sort of funny, actually, when I spend the night and we both get dressed in the morning. I’ll sit on the end of his bed, one of my feet propped against the side of his dresser as I lace myself into my knee-high black boots (over my Beetlejuice socks) while he is tugging a tie dyed shirt over his head. We usually look at each other and crack up. Punk meets hippie. It seems to be working, though.

Currently trying to choose a dress from Daddy-O’s for a wedding this summer (http://www.daddyos.com/index.html). It is getting tougher to figure out what my size is these days. I seem to be getting smaller. I hadn’t noticed so much, though I’ve heard a few random comments about it. Last night at work, however, four servers and one manager commented on my weight loss. I was sort of taken aback, but upon going home and realizing that not only are my server pants pretty much falling off of me, but some clothing items that had been banished to the back of the closet now fit me again. Guess I’ve been too occupied to notice, eh?

Well, back to work. Or should I say, back to getting ready to have another person take over my work…mwahaha!