First, how fucking excited and relieved are you about the results of the election!??? For the first time in my life I'm actually proud to be an American. Well, for the most part-- Prop 9 passed. Ugh. Barf. Anyway, one of my coworkers gets this weekly magazine that just summarizes what other publications have put out in the past week, and she always leaves it in the breakroom for the rest of us to read. It's really sort of weird, but this week it quoted a Spanish newspaper's editorial on the election and it summed up my thoughts pretty well. It said that the election of Barack Obama is a good thing because it represents the return of the intellectual over the "myth of the everyman." It's about fucking time.
I am finally recovered from the worst hangover in ages. I helped my friend Mandi work the door at Down and Derby Saturday night and many drinks ensued. I thought it might be kind of corny but it was actually pretty fun. I had no idea how many people actually come out to these things-- We had to turn people away at one point because we were at capacity. I tried to use a sick day Sunday but somebody had already called off so I went in. TORTURE. I don't know how I used to do that shit all the time.
Here are some pictures from Halloween weekend. Thursday night I went as a postmortem Nancy Spungen. I looked a lot more dead in person. I mixed baby powder and lotion in an attempt to make me look pale but it pretty much just matched my skin. I think it turned out pretty swell though for having been thrown together in literally ten minutes.
Then on Friday, Panda_Eyes and I went as Paul Bunyan and Babe the blue ox because we are cute like that. Because this costume was also put together super last minute the only horns I could find were on a viking hat so I kind of looked like I was in a Swedish beauty pageant.
Lest you think I'm returning to my crazy days of yore, these days my evenings typically consist of watching The Wire on DVD with my dudes:
and being asleep by midnight.
I got the most incredible new glasses the other day. My friend Gia works for this eyeglass company that recently bought out another store. The store they bought out hadn't updated their collection in about 20 years and they're sitting on a veritable fucking GOLDMINE of amazing vintage designer frames and they have no idea that they're marketable. I got 2 pairs fitted to my prescription for $100! Numero uno:
Cazals. These are worth more than $100 themselves.
Numero dos:
Infuckingcredible. I might need more.
