a postgasm
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owlkeymeSo, what's been going on lately?
Well, yesterday was somewhat of a clusterfuck. Have no idea what the bank is up to, but if they charge you $5 when an item is "returned", how much do they GIVE you when they fucked up the thing is the first place and caused you stress behind belief? Stupid twits. But back to yesterday. Boss and manager had a luncheon thingie, which left me on my own from about 12 to 2:30pm. Now, I had no qualms about being left alone....I spent nearly 2 years at the gallery by myself 98% of the time. But yesterday, I was wondering where the cameras were...
It was quiet for the first hour...I joined frames and fitted stuff. A few phone calls...then a designer shows up 1/2 an hour early for an appt with her client. She proceeds to fret about which frames would be appropriate, which is fine and dandy, but the art is with the non-present client, and *I've* never seen it, so I can't do much, and try to let her do her thing...but that's not the way it goes, so whatever I'm working on, gets put on hold....enter client, with 2 small children, 3 frames that are on way too tight, and the fun begins. In succession, one client comes to pick up his work, the phone starts ringing, 2 delivery men show up, one of the children throws up all over herself --on the framing table---as another client is walking in, the phone rings more, scramble for paper towels, usher them to the bathroom, more phone, more clients, and somewhere in the middle of this, I got the order together and sent everyone on their way. 2 minutes later, boss and manager come in. And this version, is the abridged version.
Run out of there at 5:35 to get to the van and drive to Azar's class...which is really at the worst place at the worst time. There is no direction you can come from and NOT hit traffic. Class is class (see former post, which I forgot to add, she said more or less "well, you definitely have the figure they're going for" :P ..meet with with Jenn and Palomers, and we all caravan back to the ranch. I had the urge to make a phonecall on the way back, and impulsively dialed up Deidre, with apparently impeccable timing, as she's moving into her own apt this weekend, and we were one hour away from the 12 am call from SNL (she designs and makes puppets for SNL)...so it was fabulous to talk with her, and I told her about the tribal fest plans, and she said "oh, you have to let me make masks for you!!" So, I'm excited to see what she'll come up with, cause D is just way cool. She's going to come out to Cali this summer to visit (our plan to abduct her and keep her), and she's been learning belly dance from a Turkish gal! Way cool :) I miss her soo much!!!
Anyway, so we were caravaning, me calling, and the gals descend upon the cat-tage to gothify, as, thanks to jezebeltw 's genuis, we's all going to DAHK SPAHKLE! (Dark Sparkle to the uninitiated). This was the easiest club to get to in SF...it's like right off of 101, and we got a spot right up front...I think it was called Cafe Dunord? (duhrrr)...lovely club, nice atmosphere, good people watching (will be MUCH better when I get contacts)...I got royally sauced off of two mixed drinks on an empty stomach. Somehow I danced in the bitch boots and didn't kill myself or anyone else...it's a miracle, cause it's tough enough dancing in them sober, but they look fabulous and I'm sooo tall! Danced, chatted, danced, we get in the car, and I wake up when we hit the Denny's pahking lot....didn't think I could eat, food comes, I manage to eat...then feel not so great, but I really do have a high resolve, so everything stayed in balance. We got home at 3am..and woke up at 11am.
AGAIN mama! again!
Think we need to try Nocturnia...while Dahk Spahkle is the darker side of the 70's and 80's, Nocturnia claims it goes from there through the 90's, and that's where some of my favorite stuff is. Noc is like every Tuesday, Dahk is once a month...I think we can manage something different every week or so ;) Maybe? heh..we'll see.
Well, yesterday was somewhat of a clusterfuck. Have no idea what the bank is up to, but if they charge you $5 when an item is "returned", how much do they GIVE you when they fucked up the thing is the first place and caused you stress behind belief? Stupid twits. But back to yesterday. Boss and manager had a luncheon thingie, which left me on my own from about 12 to 2:30pm. Now, I had no qualms about being left alone....I spent nearly 2 years at the gallery by myself 98% of the time. But yesterday, I was wondering where the cameras were...
It was quiet for the first hour...I joined frames and fitted stuff. A few phone calls...then a designer shows up 1/2 an hour early for an appt with her client. She proceeds to fret about which frames would be appropriate, which is fine and dandy, but the art is with the non-present client, and *I've* never seen it, so I can't do much, and try to let her do her thing...but that's not the way it goes, so whatever I'm working on, gets put on hold....enter client, with 2 small children, 3 frames that are on way too tight, and the fun begins. In succession, one client comes to pick up his work, the phone starts ringing, 2 delivery men show up, one of the children throws up all over herself --on the framing table---as another client is walking in, the phone rings more, scramble for paper towels, usher them to the bathroom, more phone, more clients, and somewhere in the middle of this, I got the order together and sent everyone on their way. 2 minutes later, boss and manager come in. And this version, is the abridged version.
Run out of there at 5:35 to get to the van and drive to Azar's class...which is really at the worst place at the worst time. There is no direction you can come from and NOT hit traffic. Class is class (see former post, which I forgot to add, she said more or less "well, you definitely have the figure they're going for" :P ..meet with with Jenn and Palomers, and we all caravan back to the ranch. I had the urge to make a phonecall on the way back, and impulsively dialed up Deidre, with apparently impeccable timing, as she's moving into her own apt this weekend, and we were one hour away from the 12 am call from SNL (she designs and makes puppets for SNL)...so it was fabulous to talk with her, and I told her about the tribal fest plans, and she said "oh, you have to let me make masks for you!!" So, I'm excited to see what she'll come up with, cause D is just way cool. She's going to come out to Cali this summer to visit (our plan to abduct her and keep her), and she's been learning belly dance from a Turkish gal! Way cool :) I miss her soo much!!!
Anyway, so we were caravaning, me calling, and the gals descend upon the cat-tage to gothify, as, thanks to jezebeltw 's genuis, we's all going to DAHK SPAHKLE! (Dark Sparkle to the uninitiated). This was the easiest club to get to in SF...it's like right off of 101, and we got a spot right up front...I think it was called Cafe Dunord? (duhrrr)...lovely club, nice atmosphere, good people watching (will be MUCH better when I get contacts)...I got royally sauced off of two mixed drinks on an empty stomach. Somehow I danced in the bitch boots and didn't kill myself or anyone else...it's a miracle, cause it's tough enough dancing in them sober, but they look fabulous and I'm sooo tall! Danced, chatted, danced, we get in the car, and I wake up when we hit the Denny's pahking lot....didn't think I could eat, food comes, I manage to eat...then feel not so great, but I really do have a high resolve, so everything stayed in balance. We got home at 3am..and woke up at 11am.
AGAIN mama! again!
Think we need to try Nocturnia...while Dahk Spahkle is the darker side of the 70's and 80's, Nocturnia claims it goes from there through the 90's, and that's where some of my favorite stuff is. Noc is like every Tuesday, Dahk is once a month...I think we can manage something different every week or so ;) Maybe? heh..we'll see.
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Date: 2004-04-30 12:08 am (UTC)Speaking of plans for Tribal Fest...plans....Mmmmmmm....
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Date: 2004-04-30 12:33 am (UTC)Hey, your friend Deidre doesn't happen to be Macha NightMare's daughter, does she? We grew up in the same apt complex, and I'd really love to get ahold of her! (I think her name was spelled Dierdre, tho I forget. But I know you know Macha, so... worth asking, huh?)
I agree w/ Sharon, that sounds like Candid Camera to me, too! Hope you looked camera-ready! LOL
awesome
Date: 2004-04-30 08:27 am (UTC)nocturn
Date: 2004-04-30 06:32 pm (UTC)ps. do you wanna join us at luna lounge on saturday? i don't know if you're into house, but luna is really chill and fun.