Feb. 11th, 2019 02:54 pm
New Year's in town: Pt 2
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muckefuckAfter dawdling at the grocery store, I arrived home with barely enough time to feed the cat, feed myself, and figure out my outfit before heading off to my next social event. Then, while scooping tofu noodle soup into my gob, I got a message from my neighbour asking if I was going to another party later that night. I told her we'd see.
Not only did I make both parties, but I even managed a little bridge in-between. Things were in full swing at the H&M Flat and I made myself a nuisance by deciding I wanted a Sazerac and then, when that proved impossible, insisting on making Old Fashioneds for myself and a couple other guests. It was so packed with cuties but I ended up chatting most with a cute Jewish boy from the burbs and then texting him drunkenly in pseudo-Yiddish afterwards.
Granville was the stop closest to my neighbours' gay friend's housewarming so I thought I might as well stick my head into the Anvil and see if I knew anyone there. As it happened,gopower and Coleman were literally right inside the door so I foisted shots on them and chairdanced to GaGa before running off.
The housewarming was winding down but the host was in no hurry to get rid of us. I was so drunk at this point that I didn't even grok that he and his friend we're trying to reposition the refrigerator. Then his friend starting hitting on me and pulled me behind the refrigerator but my neighbours were leaving and I wanted to walk home with them so I made excuses but he insisted I take his number whereupon I discovered that...I already had it? He'd given it to me at that 30th birthday party at SoFo the month before and both of us had forgotten since he'd never really followed up.
I was unsurprisingly hungover the next morning and blew off my brunch date with Liver Ladoo's Houstonian friend--or at least I thought I had. I woke up from a late nap and was still struggling to head up to the kitchen to fix lunch when he texted me and asked if I wanted to eat. I reluctantly agreed, since I really didn't want to wait a couple more hours to feed myself; I ended up making some scrambled eggs to tide me over, which was wise.
I wanted to go to Tiztal but it was already closed and of the various alternatives I threw out he settled on Big Jones. It emptied out while we lingered at our window table watching the stop-start snow outside. I took him to the Brown Elephant and instead of buying furniture he left with some of the tackiest knicknacks in the whole place. At the next thrift store, we spent more time trying on clothes and looking at books, but the result was much the same.
The highlight of the afternoon was the conversation with had with the little old Polish man who was stocking the shelves. A bilingual announcement came on over the speakers and I cringed at the terrible pronunciation of the Spanish, which elicited chuckles from him. We started chatting about languages and accents. When he found out we spoke German, he asked about the differences between Bavarian and Berlinisch; in turn, he informed us about the peculiarities of the Highlanders in the far south of Poland.
I could have happily gone on chatting twice as long but I wanted to get a load of laundry in before bedtime so we left shortly after with promises to get together again soon. Who knows--maybe it'll even happen this time.
Not only did I make both parties, but I even managed a little bridge in-between. Things were in full swing at the H&M Flat and I made myself a nuisance by deciding I wanted a Sazerac and then, when that proved impossible, insisting on making Old Fashioneds for myself and a couple other guests. It was so packed with cuties but I ended up chatting most with a cute Jewish boy from the burbs and then texting him drunkenly in pseudo-Yiddish afterwards.
Granville was the stop closest to my neighbours' gay friend's housewarming so I thought I might as well stick my head into the Anvil and see if I knew anyone there. As it happened,
gopower and Coleman were literally right inside the door so I foisted shots on them and chairdanced to GaGa before running off.The housewarming was winding down but the host was in no hurry to get rid of us. I was so drunk at this point that I didn't even grok that he and his friend we're trying to reposition the refrigerator. Then his friend starting hitting on me and pulled me behind the refrigerator but my neighbours were leaving and I wanted to walk home with them so I made excuses but he insisted I take his number whereupon I discovered that...I already had it? He'd given it to me at that 30th birthday party at SoFo the month before and both of us had forgotten since he'd never really followed up.
I was unsurprisingly hungover the next morning and blew off my brunch date with Liver Ladoo's Houstonian friend--or at least I thought I had. I woke up from a late nap and was still struggling to head up to the kitchen to fix lunch when he texted me and asked if I wanted to eat. I reluctantly agreed, since I really didn't want to wait a couple more hours to feed myself; I ended up making some scrambled eggs to tide me over, which was wise.
I wanted to go to Tiztal but it was already closed and of the various alternatives I threw out he settled on Big Jones. It emptied out while we lingered at our window table watching the stop-start snow outside. I took him to the Brown Elephant and instead of buying furniture he left with some of the tackiest knicknacks in the whole place. At the next thrift store, we spent more time trying on clothes and looking at books, but the result was much the same.
The highlight of the afternoon was the conversation with had with the little old Polish man who was stocking the shelves. A bilingual announcement came on over the speakers and I cringed at the terrible pronunciation of the Spanish, which elicited chuckles from him. We started chatting about languages and accents. When he found out we spoke German, he asked about the differences between Bavarian and Berlinisch; in turn, he informed us about the peculiarities of the Highlanders in the far south of Poland.
I could have happily gone on chatting twice as long but I wanted to get a load of laundry in before bedtime so we left shortly after with promises to get together again soon. Who knows--maybe it'll even happen this time.