Bruises As Badges

I'm going on my traditional two and a half hours of sleep, somehow with little difficulty. Getting up was shitty, but once that was conquered, I've been maintaining, and really, isn't that all any of us can aspire to? Actually, I am looking forward to conference in two hours, where I plan on eating lunch. I was thinking of stopping at Einsteins' on the way in today (it was so good yesterday), but I figured I would still want to eat at conference (no willpower) and this way, if I hold out, it will be less consumed and best of all, absolutely FREE! So last night was Two For Tuesdays. Got there kind of late, nearly 11:30. Didn't see anybody, I guess since people have jobs now, they've become a bunch of old fuddie-duddies.

Ironic now, innit?

Anyways, Nick's friend Rob was there so the three of us had a few drinks. Spoke with Craig about the new Fletcher's Leukemia Benefit this weekend. Might check it out. Still may go to Brew At The Zoo. Don't know. That's a lot of money. Eh, we'll see. Had a good time till the end when we encountered this same damn whoadie who has bugged us numerous times (as recently as Monday night in front of Club Charles!), trying to sell his hip-hop zines, bumming cigs and generally being a broken record. Last night he kept on and on about $20, with Nick repeating again and again that he didn't even have that much in his account, let alone in cash on him, but this guy just kept up and kept up. I wanted to go home, and I was getting a little jumpy about it because the crowd out front had disipated completely, and I didn't want any bother with this guy, so I ended up liberating myself of $20 just to get him to go away, so we could go home. I mean, Nick is too nice, man of the people and all that, but at the same time, you have to be fucking wary of these people because you don't know what they are capable of. So while I understand Nick trying to be cool with the vagrants and brothas, and his whole self-taught street shit, I also don't want fucking bother everytime we go out. Can't whoadies fucking take no for an answer (this is the same guy who punted some absolute shit blow back around Easter, as well. A real entepeneur.)? I was pissed, not so much at Nick, although I do wish he was maybe a little more forthright. Anyways, he knew I was annoyed and kept asking me if I was Ok, and apologising about that. I was just glad to fucking get out of there. Back to mine to "make up for lost time" as it were. Around 4:30, he was going to leave, since as much as he would have rather slept next to me, he didn't want to make me run the risk of being late by trying to get him up when I left for work. As we were standing at the front door, he said something that made me terribly happy, "You know I adore you, right?" to which I replied that I adore him. Not getting my hopes up, but I'm very thankful and I really want more than anything to be a good girl and to elicit that sort of sentiment.

Tonight is Top Chef. Down to only six people left I think. I hope Carm and I can watch it together and maybe if I don't end up seeing Kat to start getting the rest of my hours, go to dinner (unless she's closing tonight).