elvendoll

,.. but i don't know how long i'll last right now - the one red bull & citron i had tonight is sitting kind of funky...

so yeah - went to MR tonight. i was hoping to do something else, but no opportunities presented themselves, and i thought MR would be better then nothing. i still don't know if i still think that. it was just really really crowded. i was thinking that since its a wednesday, it wouldn't be - but it was as bad as a bad hell night, and got crowded more quickly then hell nights do (then, i typically get enough alcohol in me to tolrate the crowd by the time it sets in). and the signal to noise ratio was just very low.
so, $16, one drink and 2 hours later, i am sitting here... still in my genie outfit which i thought might look better then the little red riding hood outfit, but i guess did not (worse things hapen...)

but yeah - its been one hell of a week - here's a bit of a recap:

saturday rude awakening. i was trying to sleeo in, to make sure i'd be fully awake and ready to start the day. i keot getting woken up by shit, the latest of which was workermen underneath my window mentioning moving a fridge. i bolted upright, got pajamas on, and ran downstairs to ask them to move the extra fridge we had in here, too. they said no.... at which point i realized there was a voicemail fromt he landloady about us getting a new fridge and moving the old one. as i couldn't reach her by phone, still in pajamas, i walked over to their house and talked to her - found out its, unfortunately, ok, that the people doing work downstairs won't move our fridge and that she wants to come and measure the space for the fridge in about 20 minutes - that ruled out any chance of going back to bed. in actuality, it took her and the landlord over an hour to get here, but there's no way i could have predicted that. by that point, s. and m. had gotten up, and m. and i were about to set off into central for dunkies, cloves and a visit to a cobbler. amusngly enough, the cobbler in central is russian (or, he speaks it - by his accent' he's from one of the republics)- which got me a discount.
after that, it was back tothe house for an extended breakfast, as we were all not really with it. and after that was a lot of cleaning. and us owing lots of thanks to a couple of friends who moved the monster of a fridge for us!
i really didn't take part in the decorating, as i'm pretty bad at that sort of thing and typically end up being more in the way then helpful if i try. instead, i took an early shower, and headed off to the store. now if only i didn't get a hunger pain inside the store, i would have gotten everything on the list - but that was not meant to be. oh - and i didn't get carded buying $130 of booze - i'm about to start getting paranoid!
i got back to the house, and by the time i was done eating, 4 guests had already shown up. luckliy, i went with a less-maintance costume and was able to get it on fairly quickly. i just hope i didn't spend the whole night looking like what the pics portrayed.
the night went fairly well. i wish we had more couch space - i think the lack thereof changed the vibe of the party a bit, but its also not something i am going to stess over now. bottom line is that i had fun, i got nicely buzzed, and aside from one (rather big) pain in the butt, it all went pretty smoothly.
i think i got to bed around 5am, but am really not sure... didn't sleep well though - a part of me was really really tired, but a part of me was still playing hostess and paying close attention to what noises i could catch from the rest of the house...
sunday - i got up for the first time around 10am, but that didn't last long. whenver i get up too early on a weekend it ruins me for the whole day, so i avoid it as much as i can. next time i got up must've been around 1. by that point, it became obvious that people were conscious in adam's room, so i joined them in there. this, of course, led to like the after-party, which left me wandering my apartment at 9pm sunday night, drunk, and bemoaning the fact. but, i also got some good psychotherapy that day. and cuddling... mmmm... cuddling... : P
monday - recovery day 1. m. needs a medal for doing what she did to the house while the rest of us were at work! i was actually dreading coming home to the mess, and felt the hugest weight lifted off my shoulders. and vegged for most of the day, skipped dinner, and had too much to drink at ceremony. at least life is always interesting, right? i think i really did babble way too much though...
tuesday - recovery day 2. left work early to go see U2 in providence. damn good show! and as much as having waited outside from 5 to 6:30 sucked, i am really glad that we got the spots in the pocket that we did - having people pussing again 60% of you is just so much better then having people all around you.
today - came home and watched buffy reruns until about 9:15, showered, spent too much time trying to decide what to wear, went to MR and back.
am actually hungry now, which sucks because there's nothing i can eat without having to cook : (