and bells on our toes -- sort of
Posted on 2004.04.15 at 11:15Current Mood: not tired at all!
Current Music: India, Psychedelic Furs
Bat and I are having SO much fun. We always do when she visits (or I visit San Fran). The fun began Sunday night when she rolled in at 11pm. She, ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
marquisdd and I popped by Lounge Lizards to visit Pam and then the Marquis dropped us off at Dervish for Assimilate, which was very enjoyable. We were out much too late for our own good which was bad but it was bad in a good way.
Monday, we rested. Because we knew what was looming. Then came Tuesday night as we gadded to Harrah's to hang out with the Marquis and his Boyfriend and then we went to a very packed movie night at 735. More drinks were sipped. Shots were also consumed. Quips were, er, quipped. When I got home that night --er morningish, I refused to even glance at the clock. I didn't EVEN want to know the sparse number of hours I had to sleep before having to get up.
Wednesday I got up too late to really enjoy a leisurely morning before work but I did manage to get to La Fee Verte to have a lovely quick morning coffee visit withbellygoth. I want to try and make my Wednesday mornings before work a regular relaxing thing there. It was so peaceful and pleasant. A great way to slowly wake up!
Last night was an absolute BLAST! Bat and I started our evening with delicious Irish coffee's, artfully concocted by Natasha downstairs at Monaghan's. A round of sugar baby shots also made an appearance. Duly buzzed and anticipatory, we capered (NOT really) (well, almost really) to House of Blues to meet up withinthemeadow and lunargirl9 and watch a fantastic Psychedelic Furs show.
There is something so exhilarating about the momentary re-living of your past through music -- especially if it is one of your favorite bands from "ye olden days." I was surprised at how packed the place was. Two encores later and all of my favorite songs had been played, leaving me quite enraptured.
The parade of fun continues with 80's night tonight, the One Eyed Jacks opening party tomorrow followed by debauched Quarter crawling. Then we have fun and frolic all day on Saturday with the Marquis (I think we planned it for Saturday. We are indulging in frosty drinks and popping his Boyfriend's Dangerous Liaisons cherry. He's never seen the movie. Oh the exquisite joy of watching the sumptuous Malkovich/Close-Valmont/Merteuil chemistry - I never tire of watching that movie!)
Then we've got the usual Quarter crawl/Dervish madness for Saturday evening, which might include the show at the House of Blues. God, if we aren't completely bedridden with exhaustion on Sunday, there will no doubt be more of the same. However, we are completely prepared to adjust our little blueprint of fun should other options spontaneously beckon.
All in all, I seem to have gotten my energy, enthusiasm and rage to live back. I can't believe that I'm not even tired at work after all this merriment. This new job is turning into a very good thing -- it is free of psychodrama and office politics, quiet, pleasant, busy instead of boring or overwhelming -- I'm sure that is a large part of my resurrection from social catatonia.
Speaking of work, I'd best get back to it then...(the raging and the living will have to wait until later),
In keeping with my Dangerous Liaisons obsession, I simply must sign off with one of my favorite lines, which can be applied to some circumstances in my life in a rather devilish manner:
One does not applaud the tenor for clearing his throat,
Hespeth
marquisdd and I popped by Lounge Lizards to visit Pam and then the Marquis dropped us off at Dervish for Assimilate, which was very enjoyable. We were out much too late for our own good which was bad but it was bad in a good way.Monday, we rested. Because we knew what was looming. Then came Tuesday night as we gadded to Harrah's to hang out with the Marquis and his Boyfriend and then we went to a very packed movie night at 735. More drinks were sipped. Shots were also consumed. Quips were, er, quipped. When I got home that night --er morningish, I refused to even glance at the clock. I didn't EVEN want to know the sparse number of hours I had to sleep before having to get up.
Wednesday I got up too late to really enjoy a leisurely morning before work but I did manage to get to La Fee Verte to have a lovely quick morning coffee visit with
bellygoth. I want to try and make my Wednesday mornings before work a regular relaxing thing there. It was so peaceful and pleasant. A great way to slowly wake up!Last night was an absolute BLAST! Bat and I started our evening with delicious Irish coffee's, artfully concocted by Natasha downstairs at Monaghan's. A round of sugar baby shots also made an appearance. Duly buzzed and anticipatory, we capered (NOT really) (well, almost really) to House of Blues to meet up with
inthemeadow and lunargirl9 and watch a fantastic Psychedelic Furs show. There is something so exhilarating about the momentary re-living of your past through music -- especially if it is one of your favorite bands from "ye olden days." I was surprised at how packed the place was. Two encores later and all of my favorite songs had been played, leaving me quite enraptured.
The parade of fun continues with 80's night tonight, the One Eyed Jacks opening party tomorrow followed by debauched Quarter crawling. Then we have fun and frolic all day on Saturday with the Marquis (I think we planned it for Saturday. We are indulging in frosty drinks and popping his Boyfriend's Dangerous Liaisons cherry. He's never seen the movie. Oh the exquisite joy of watching the sumptuous Malkovich/Close-Valmont/Merteuil chemistry - I never tire of watching that movie!)
Then we've got the usual Quarter crawl/Dervish madness for Saturday evening, which might include the show at the House of Blues. God, if we aren't completely bedridden with exhaustion on Sunday, there will no doubt be more of the same. However, we are completely prepared to adjust our little blueprint of fun should other options spontaneously beckon.
All in all, I seem to have gotten my energy, enthusiasm and rage to live back. I can't believe that I'm not even tired at work after all this merriment. This new job is turning into a very good thing -- it is free of psychodrama and office politics, quiet, pleasant, busy instead of boring or overwhelming -- I'm sure that is a large part of my resurrection from social catatonia.
Speaking of work, I'd best get back to it then...(the raging and the living will have to wait until later),
In keeping with my Dangerous Liaisons obsession, I simply must sign off with one of my favorite lines, which can be applied to some circumstances in my life in a rather devilish manner:
One does not applaud the tenor for clearing his throat,
Hespeth