I’ve had a fabulously hectic week, both at work and home. I wrapped it up Friday at Spindig, against my better judgment. It was pleasant enough, because it was the first time Cerra and I managed to drag Ryan out in the evening. We’d all been at work late and shared a cab over to Butter. My awesome friends left me with shotgun. I couldn’t join in any of the backseat conversation, because whenever I tried turning my head in that direction, my eyes met with the cabbie’s. I had to talk to them while staring out the window. When we reached our destination, the others were like “damn, mindy, he wanted you.” Ryan claimed to be giving him the evil eye in the rearview mirror. He’s so my dad. He mentioned how funny it’d be to tell people we were dating so the first people we saw, I said “Hey guys, this is my boyfriend, Ryan.” Both of these people had worked with him and knew he was gay and they both just stared back in shock. It was awesome! More awesome because one of them has admitted to having a total crush on me. He was speechless. I do love messing with people.

As is the norm, everyone begged me to go out with them and I insisted on going home to sleep. I changed my mind about 2 blocks in to the bus ride, which resulted in a half hour walk through the worst part of town in the most uncomfortable shoes ever. A man pulled his car over and yelled to a couple who was walking behind me “hey dude, can you spare one of your girls?” He was like “umm…I don’t even know her [referring to me]”. I didn’t hear what he said but these guys ended up at the same place as me and shared the story. *sigh* I met up with everyone at this horrible club. They charged me $5 more for being alone, which will one day make for a great scene in the comedy I write. It was laserbass ... bass with laser sounds ... it was not my scene. And yet despite having only one drink, I managed to witness and participate in some crazy things, most of which I can’t mention. One however involved a male co-worker doing a striptease dance on a stripper pole, which I filmed, but the bass was so intense that the audio just sounds like someone hitting a tin can. Haven’t decided what to replace it with. I really should have gone home and I knew it, but the collective lack of sleep over the past week had greatly impaired my judgment and continued to impair it until late last night.

I finally realized I needed to make some major changes, so I broke out Wii Music and manged to amuse myself conducting mii orchestras and making my mii rock out in some improv jam sessions. I was laughing out loud all alone in my apartment at 10pm. I’m so cool. It was just what I needed to get my mind off things.

I got up this morning and after a lazy morning watching some TV shows, I broke out my vinyl purchases from Lebanon and proceeded to listen to all of them while I re-organized and cleaned my entire place. Patsy Cline truly is the voice of a broken heart. She made me a little sad but helped me feel less alone all at the same time. I followed it up with the “Best of Big Band Era” and “Sounds of Old Time Radio,” which included the original live broadcast of the Hindenburg crash. It was one of the saddest things I’d ever heard. The man reporting was so overwhelmed, he said, “We have to stop. I can’t breathe. I can’t believe this is happening.” Hard to believe it was real. After that, I was glad I’d waited on putting on the “Best of Bill Cosby.” I can always count on him for a lighter note. He nearly made me cry from laughing, though, in his rendition of the exchange between Noah and God. So funny. It was a lovely Sunday afternoon. I wrapped it up with Cary Grant and Katharine Hepburn in “Holiday”. I forgot Mitch had it, so when he returned it while I was home, I knew I’d have to watch it soon. It’s one of those movies I can watch again and again.

But minor drama aside, I’ve managed to start 2009 off on a relatively high note on a personal level. I’ve made myself breakfast every morning, been dressing nice and trying my hand at make-up, and overall doing pretty well at taking decent care of myself in the face of long work days. I really do hope I keep it up. I have realized that as soon as I stop taking care of myself, everything really does go downhill. I’m greatly anticipating the new Andrew Bird album this month and my 8th row seats to see Jerry Seinfeld. Not sure what else the month will bring, but I’m trying to hold on tight so I don’t lose my footing.