a girl's whose name begins and ends with "a"

the past "weekend" for me has been one of running around, meeting up with my dad and my second dad, my financial advisor, visiting rpm to have the sickest ginger green tea bubble tea and playing the bubble game, swimming, playing the piano, and wrapping up my affairs.

last nite, i decided to go out for the first time in a long time...woo hoo, rockin' wednesday nite. so i headed downtown, and had to stop in at fritz to say hello to my favorite fry nazi, who is fed up with his boss and he's gonna branch out and have an eagle's nest themed fry shop...and drive the fritz out of bizness. good luck. he's all about the customer service that i am...and that's saying a lot.

i rolled up to the jupiter lounge, due to the invite of the gala ball grad party of the kanye. he spotted me right away, and introduced me to his parents, and looking into the face of his pops, i had to do a double take, because it was the identical smirky face of his. wow. some people really have a strong resemblance in the family way. i only saw him sitting down, but apparantly the guy is like, 6"13 or something. k's a bit shorter than that, and he slouches.

it was a nice evening though, i'm not sure why the lounge chose to make itself so toasty both inside and out on the smoking terrace. i re-visited my last time getting plastered (one drink, the asian thing) after the roots concert with the meatmaster l, and instead of the offending soho and seven, i asked for seven with a splash of soho, and i still only drank a quarter of it. but it was nice to sip it.

i cavorted with the folks, and had a weird staring exchange with a cute yet slightly ditzy girl who, after i introduced myself, was like "i've seen you around, like on main street"...and this is true, it's where i live, so i said "probably" and she was like "ok, bye." and ran, not walked away. white chicks. whatever. i have the same feeling with white guys...i just don't get these folk. it's like my humour and personality don't translate or something. oh well, more for seb and scuvy!

i was really proud of the k's work, i can't believe it's been a year since i've been hearing about it, and i was actually looking at it, and i know how hard it can be to do anything computerwise, i'm an analog girl in a digital world, after all, and besides that it took a lot of work for me to flunk out of those two javascript classes in first year. so kudos for some kick ass work, i was a bit speechless, but i think we were having some nice moments there.

it came time to smoke, and i had to set out on an epic journey to find a fancy cigarette because i don't smoke the regular. i didn't want to buy a pack of cloves, and even if i did, i couldn't get any on davie street, so i decided to find a mac's or sev that i could get a single flavoured one from. on my way there, i tried to buy a ticket to desiree lim's entry to the queer film fest "floored by love" from little sister's. i ran into wayson, who hasn't returned my call for like 18 years..and we instantly got re-caught up. he called me out on the drinking, so it was confirmed that i was lush, and surrounded by uuber-cute faggy boys with good hair (sigh) the faggot magnet that i am. it's a rough job, but someone's gotta do it. i accosted one of them to go on my odyssey to a fancy cig, and we professed to stay in touch.

back at the club, i meet up with k's partner in crime from the richmond high tok class and we shoot the shit about the 'mond. then he gives us both a ride home, and things got ugly.

k decides that he's coming over to take my strangers with candy dvds home with him. y'all know how precious those are to me and not to be trusted in the hands of someone who has a reputation of being unreliable and also done school and is free to take off to mexico like he's been planning to for as long as i've known him. i tell him i don't want to lend it to him, and he decides otherwise, so we "tussle", though it's not really a playfight anymore, as i think we're really scrapping and it extends out into the hallway of my apartment, and there are still signs of a struggle laying around my place. we get to the lobby and he leaves with my dvds but i have his cellphone.

i come back and sit for a minute to try to process wtf just happened. was it the alchohol? i'm so confused because everytime we seem like we could be civil and friends and all that, so crazy shit has to happen. i wash my face and go to bed, then i hear this banging at the window. i peel back the curtain from the loft bed, and he's there holding my dvds up to the window. i ask "how do i know that it's not just the cases?" and he opens them up. i climb down the ladder to get his phone, and we make the switch, and i'm getting the silent treatment, when i'm trying to lighten up the mood and maybe start a conversation about the physical altercation...but he just agrees that it was "quite the tussle" and rides away on his bike.

aaaaaaahhhhhhhhaaaaaahhhhhhhhh.

today, i'm a bit tired from the excitement and almost fell off the treadmill, but i made it through my workout, was happy to see the kids back at the shop, and got my "gift" on time. i actually got on myspace, and my baby is sooo sweet. i booked my ticket yesterday, so i'm going going back back to nyc on new year's eve. with a window seat and an asian veggie special meal (kosher on the way back) all4now.