.: I've Been So Busy :.

Not doing a damn thing.

Not entirely true.

Last Night was a party at the Floss boys apartment. At Dev's instance that there be more nudity at his party, I'd suggested Lemondrop Bodyshots. After listening to This American Life Story of Cuervo Man, I'd felt inspired to motivate folks. Unfortunately, I was not of the same caliber of the times I was doing liquor promos AND I hadn't had dinner before Floss!. I just so wasn't motivated. So there again was lack of nudity. I believe I was the only participant in suggested body shots.

It really was a shame MK wasn't there. Our bodyshots are inspirational.

Before that was trying to clean house in the place I'm house-sitting. With the leftovers from the dinner parties and the meals I've actually been cooking myself, I'd let the kitchen really go. The adorable lil doggies, I'm sitting are regular poop n' pee factories. I could never time their walkies so that both could do their business outside. It was one or the other doing "one" or "two". After all dishes cleaned and cooking tops wiped down, I went to town with a broom and a mop. Must try to catch this kind of motivation for my own home.

Friday. I barely remember Friday. I was on a Nyquil/Dayquil rollercoaster. I had to choose between the blue pill or the red pill ala Matrix most of the week. I'd thought I'd kicked it till I picked up a pack of Parliament Lights b/c I was thoroughly pissed on Thursday. {Don't kill me, Kim.}

Thursday. Sucked. My phone went out and I blew a lot of cash to get it back on. Then I lost a major massage gig that woulda meant a roadtrip to Michigan this Saturday. Traffic. More puppy poo n' pee. blahblahblah. Then Dev et al bail on me for this IFC Film Fanatic Trivia Game. Except for WM who made this all better. We had a coupla pitchers and sucked at the game. Fuckin' Falzone! All of this before 11p. So then WM takes me to NEO. I was in heaven. It might have been all those pills this week but I was having serious Medusas flashbacks. The darkdark room, the new wave, gothy, industrial music, the smoke, the black clothes, artistic haircuts, and then interpretive dancing... I stood for a long while just taking it all in. Then of course, some Anything Box (or the like) comes out and I'm bolting for the dance floor. I don't know why I hadn't gone before. Oooo and then I run into some ole Lindy friends (Remember Ray and Boxer Tom?) and bust out some serious tacklehugs. If Kuya showed, I woulda pissed maself. I was soo Goopy and happy by the end of the night. We are SO definitely going back. Perfect. I have a couple of days to look forward to dancing.