THE D-Dolls are playing at Bimbo’s Oct 12 & 13. YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS (thanx to heather for the notice) I’m picking up 6 tix today for the 13th. 2 are spoken for (me and Dennis). 2 are tentative (Amy, Michael?). I just know someone is going to want the last 2. David? (it’s on me, babes. Thanks for introducing me to them.)
This past weekend was lovely. On Saturday, Dennis took me to see A Chorus Line at the Curran Theater. It was fun, engaging, beautiful, and we had badass seats. We absolutely loved it, and now I want to get back into jazz dance.
Since we had gone to the afternoon show, we decided to do a little shopping around Union Square. We wandered into H & M and it was a nightmare. summer + saturday + ‘sale’ == complete chaos. Dodging the little asian women and squeaky teenage girls, we narrowly escaped the Madonna/tags beeping black hole. Then I wanted to check out Zara, since I was the fan of the Spanish based chain. It was much calmer and surprisingly a more upscale place than I expected. They do make lovely stuff, but everything was almost twice as costly as it was in Italy.
Last week when I saw Andrea (a friend from Italy) he mentioned that Jamie might be working in the city. I kept hoping that (1) Andrea was wrong or (2) I would never bump into him. Turns out Jamie is working in Modesto, and yes, I did bump into him at Zara. We were actually very friendly and polite to each other, and he said that he would email me. (yea right…)
Seeing Jamie again made me start to wonder if we ever could have had a functional relationship. Then I realized that I was trying to convince myself of something that was simply not possible. We were completely incompatible and I was just being stupid. I think I found the closure I needed when I saw him again.
Upon returning home Dennis and I curled up to watch Hedwig (which is one of my favorite movies).
I then find myself in Rome with one of my coworkers on a ‘Jumpcut exchange program’. We were sent there to make fun movies. (I think maybe I work too much) My coworker was complaining that he doesn’t go out enough and we were about to run off and cause trouble in Rome when I was jerked awake by the sound of my phone. “baaawwk baawwwk bok bok bok!!” It’s 940am and I know exactly why he’s calling me.
I miss out on Thai Brunch.
In the eve, I go to Berkeley and Lin and I enjoy Pearl Tea and donuts in the crisp cool air. We admired the the optimistic, hopeful, sacchrine balls of energy whirling around us as we chat about nothing and everything.
I wonder if I will get spoiled by such pleasantries.