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Thursday, August 21
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7:27 PM:
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guh!
I probably should have got comcast cable instead of dsl, it's taking a while.
quick run down of what's going on:
my movers finally found a driver for me, my head almost exploded when they told me that they could deliver my first day of work. "well can they come late in the day?" i ask trying not to scream obscenities. "from nine to five. you have to be available the whole day of the move." was the absent minded reply of my booking agent. after sufficient berating, i did manage to convince her to get them to come between 5 and 6.
Last weekend I went to dc twice, out on a funny night with Brian (pictures coming later) and a night out with Chris and Katie to this place called AIR. AIR was like one of the most incredible clubbing experiences I’ve ever had. We went because it was free drinks and admission – so I scored a few drinks. It’s totally outdoors in the middle of a bunch of public buildings (I have no idea how they got that permit) and that night it was cloudy/drizzly. The weather was perfect though and at about 10:30 it started to lightly rain. I thought it would scare everyone in their beautiful clothes away but lots of people thought, like me, that it was freaking awesome and the dance floor got crowded. Free drinks, good music, and dancing in warm rain with beautiful people - very nice.
Work has been going well, though the first day was a bit Initech-y. I’m in a division called "electronic warfare", or EW as us hipsters call it.
anyways, it’s time to go home.
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Monday, August 11
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4:53 PM:
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well moving is not progressing well at all - aside from me having a place. my things are probably going to arrive (if i'm lucky!) about a week after i expected them. if they dont arrive before next monday i'm going to work in a t-shirt and gym shoes.
i have a new cellular phone number, it is the super sexy sony ericsson 610 and you can call me at double4 three 5two7 tripple1four. go ahead as i'm kinda lonely. and my computer is in a warehouse in chicago.
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Thursday, August 7
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12:01 AM:
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Moving is progressing well, I hope. The movers have the majority of my stuff and are hopefully on the way to Baltimore now. I’m in Pittsburgh at Rory’s place right now, I arrived last night (5th) and will be moving in tomorrow afternoon. Today Rory and I played Frisbee golf, which is probably the only golf I’ll ever play – not that I'm any good at it, every shot was punctuated by "fuck!". We also checked out Point State Park and took a nap on the fountain. From there we walked around Pittsburgh a bit and rode the subway. Good times. We’ve also watched way more than my yearly dose of baseball on TV.
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Friday, August 1
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3:33 AM:
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Things are going well. I’m very drunk. My foot isn’t bothering me despite being on the dance floor. Adam has left to go to bed. And now things with this girl are starting to work. She likes me (tee-hee!). Her hand is non-committaly on my stomach. I guide it up. Girls like that one. At college parties at least. She wants to move or something. I take her hand and spin her. That’s something I’ve been working on since the clubs in Copenhagen. I notice something slightly alarming. I spin her again and look at that left hand. Yes, a diamond. I look at her, "seriously?" She probably couldn’t hear what I said. It’s so fucking loud, I couldn’t even hear her when she was talking next to my ear a minute ago. But she can see what I’m talking about. She smiles sweetly and nods. I laugh and give her a big excited hug. "Congratulations!" I don’t know what that was about. We laugh and stay on the dance floor a bit more. She leaves with her friend. I go outside to try to find a cab. Luckily I still have money. She pulls up with her friend and asks me if I need a ride. Yes, thanks. I’m smashed, I can’t give directions normally, and I don’t know where we are. Eventually we get to 90/94 and I can give directions from there in my sleep. Thanks Rene.
I’ve basically never made a move at a club. I generally go to dance. I generally feel too much pressure to perform. I guess I’m getting over it.
What a night. Stupid foot.
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