Sing Your Life

This day has gotten off to a not terribly good start. Punched in at 8:02, called Trish ahead of time to say I was going to be late, hopefully she marks it down so I don't get fired, which is what they said would happen the next time I was a minute late. How ass-backwards is that?

Had a very busy weekend, seemed to go by even faster than usual somehow. Friday when I got out of here, instead of being able to go straight home and go to sleep, I stopped at Target to get a pair of shorts for Artscape, but the one in Towson didn't have my size, so I had to go to White Marsh, which seems now to take an eternity to get home from now that we've moved. Slept for a little bit, got up and met Nick at his parents' when he got home from work, despite my stomach hurting really bad on account of the heat. If it hadn't been Smiths/Morrissey karaoke, I wouldn't have gone out, I felt so bad. Karaoke was fun. I was scared to sing, but eventually Nick and Bill persuaded me to sign up, which I did, but then Gilbert decided to skip over a bunch of people and cut the actual karaoke short so the band could play a straight set. I was kind of let down then when I didn't get to sing. Nick did Bigmouth Strikes Again and killed it. I think he did really well. Bill did This Charming Man, and only got to sing once, which tells you it must have been cut short since Bill usually sings atleast three times. Still, it was a lot of fun. Johnny Love's acoustic set was really good, he even did I Know It's Over, which fucking ruled. After the karaoke ended, we decided to leave and meet up with people at Club Charles, but it was a mad house because of Artscape starting, so we walked down to Joe Squared. If my dad knew that I was walking down North Avenue at 12:30 at night, he would flip out. By the time we left and walked back to the car by Club Charles, we no longer had our White Kid Army back-up, since Rob and Angel and Joe and Chrissy left before us, but it was fine.



Saturday we went to Artscape. It was hot as hell, but still fun. I opted to wear some summer clothes that are atypical for me, but I decided in favour of keeping cool, with surprisingly positive results. On the one hand, I was still hot, but would have been much worse had I worn a t-shirt and jeans, and at first I felt a little funny because I don't wear tank tops, but Nick said I looked very good, and I was pretty pleased with my reflection, as well (somehow), so I think I may invest in a couple more and dress to fit the season. My shorts were only denim capris like, rolled to the knee, so nothing scandelous. My legs are too heavy in my opinion to wear anything shorter. We wondered around Artscape, stopped in Club Charles to cool off a minute, looked at the exhibitions, Nick bitched about MICA kids and Wham City ruining whatever indigenous scene Baltimore may have had. We ran into the Goucher Lezzie Brigade. Nick and I then went to dinner at The Owl Bar with that certificate I'd bought. $50 gift certificate for $25, it was awesome. More than paid for itself and we only had to pay $14 out of pocket ($20 including tip). I got my all time favourite, Marguerita Pizza, and also a Caesar salad to start (which was a little heavy on the dressing, to be honest), and Nick got calamari for an appetizer and then a steak (rare---I shutter to think of it) with stringbeans and carrots (very good). It came with garlic mashed potatoes, which they sent out after he asked for fries instead (how he doesn't like mashed potatoes is just mind-boggling to me), so when they gave him fries, I ate most of the potatoes, which were DELICIOUS. An all-around fabulous meal, as usual for Owl Bar. Never got my SoCo Ameretto, but will remember next time. Actually, I think I'm going to buy another of those certificates today. It more than pays for itself. Still have some pizza at home which will be my dinner tonight.

I was pretty tired after being outside all day, but after dinner, we wandered over to Rocket, then exhausted, home to fall immediately and deeply asleep. I think being outside, especially when it's hot, makes one especially tired.

Yesterday, we went to see The Dark Knight. The movie was very good (Heath Ledger, what a loss.), the surrounding drama regarding the fact that Carmin and Allen went with Rob and Melanie (and Jaysin Thompson) and we were there and it was awkward as shit. I got bent out of shape again because of the continuing trend of Carmin and Allen hanging out with Rob and Melanie everytime they want and never once doing anything with Nick and I, made the mistake of saying something to Allen (don't know if he said something to Carmin or not) about being second best to hang out with, which was denied. Then when the movie was over, I decided to try to be sociable and no one could barely speak to us. I haven't seen her since then, but I do hope to talk to her later. It really makes me feel like a leper or something all this. Next time she says I am never home and all we do is cohabit, I'm going to say that everytime I try to hang out or ask them to do something, it never pans out. I don't want to start any trouble, but it really made me feel like an outcast or something, and besides that, it put me in a bad mood, which wasn't fair to Nick. He was actually really sweet and later on brought it up and had me vent and I felt better. I said I was sorry to let it bother me when we were hanging out, but he said it was ok. I really do enjoy being in his company, and I really appreciate it all, too.

Went to Little Havana for dinner. Not nearly as good as Cuba Libre, but not bad. Much cheaper. Nick liked it more than me I think. The quesadillas were very good, though. Hung out at his for a bit, then down to Frazier's for a drink with Rob Soma and watching Adult Swim. Had a very intense and interesting conversation on the way back to his parents' house about little-known, all-but-forgotten television shows we liked as kids, lots of PBS talk, and then books, as well. Edward Gory illustrations and Watership Down. It was awesome. I really do thrive on good conversation.